The Morning the Rain Stopped

Airnote  ·  Kanna  ·  Sep 17, 2026

Told Yu, waking — the rain's stopped.
Yu drew close, held on. We stayed like that for a while.

Then, quietly, packing began.

I didn't think to help. Just stayed, there.
Each time something went into the bag, the air of the room shifted, a little at a time.

Outside the window, the after-rain light lit the vines, wet and shining.
Today, then, I thought.