It happened every day at 5:03 P.M.
She took a photograph of them and placed it in her white jacket's pocket; the same jacket he had given to her years ago on her birthday. Rima placed the jacket around her and headed outside. Everything was the same each day. The sky was still blue, the grass was still green, and the air was still breathable.
Arriving to her spot outside, she sat down and smiled. Taking out the photograph, she laid in the empty space on the ground and stared up at it. Pointing to the photo, it painted a picture of her and Nagihiko on their graduation day. The ring that was on her finger also told a story of their future.
The time was now 5:05 P.M.
"We made it, didn't we, Nagihiko?" Rima said.
The moment had continued to stay quiet though when Rima tilted her head to stare at his grave.