Pale golden hair cascaded down.
Enola's head was slightly bowed, her azure eyes obscured by strands of hair, their true appearance indiscernible.
"I know you carry many things on your shoulders.
"There are things... I never considered before; it was you, Shiayar, who has always been concerned about our future.
"But—
"When I saw you in the washroom... I truly had this feeling.
"As if you had gone to a very distant place, and all I could do was silently watch your departing figure from behind...
"Watching you grow farther and farther away from me, while I stood there, unable to do anything..."
The golden-haired girl's voice trembled.
She was never one to easily express her emotions.
But when she saw Shiayar—inside the washroom, its door slashed open by Rhongomyniad—lying on the floor, his face devoid of color, unconscious, Enola felt as if the whole world had fallen silent.
He was the boy she depended on for her very life.
