[NIRVANA]
In a room lit up with incense candles, a young girl with extremely long hair flowing down her back is seen sitting silently, her gaze fixed on a limp body that is severely cracked and wrapped in healing bandages which lay still on the bed.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest was a constant reminder he was still alive. She leaned forward towards the limp body and took his frail hand in hers.
"Kenji," Her small tone whimpered as she tried to conceal her tears which were trying to force their way out of her eyes. "It's been a long while since you have been bedridden. When are you coming back to me?"
Her other hand swiftly met with his bangs, tucking away the sway strands that had fallen across his pale face. Kenji's hair had grown longer than it used to be and a number of bruises patched across his whole face.
While gently soothing his hair, she continued to soliloquize.