For the first seconds of that moment, he regretted coming along with her. Insane, irrational, dangerous – two teenagers soaking up the storm. But he felt it welling soon enough, the emotion he spent twelve months bottling up. It began to rack up slowly, accompanying his deep breath, and following his exhale, continuous sobs lost in the whistle of the gale.

Hinamori Momo struggles to transition into a life after war. Sleepless for most nights and burdened with survivor's guilt, her feet lead her to the person that could give her comfort, but she wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't. It'll only take a few nights before her walls of pretense start to crumble, and she'll be left to face the remains of her ghosts.