Himari: Asada

Like a promise.

No answer. But the window was open a crack. The autumn wind nudged the curtain like a shy visitor. asada himari

And for a moment, the hospital room would become a hill. The beeping monitors would become the sound of wind over rice fields. And a small, brave hand would reach out—not to grip, but to hold. Like a promise

Himari lowered the phone. She did not cry. Not yet. asada himari

The heart monitor beeped. Steady. Distant.