...there used to a third person in my relationship. [His words are slow, spoken with some difficulty.]

I didn't love her at first. Hajime did. He loved both of us but couldn't choose. ...but over time I fell in love with her gentleness, her kindness.

[The soft wash of grief rolls through. Like an awful bell tone of silence.] It's because of me that she's dead back home. I didn't want to love her. I didn't want to get close to what they had. But she cared about me despite that.

Loved me despite all my flaws. ...and before I knew it I couldn't stop treasuring every moment. I knew our time could be over in blink of an eye. ...and it was. I'm not sure if I could do it again. But for them I'd try.

It...hahaha, I just can't think of what it would be like without at least trying. That's stupid isn't it?