Those ash-colored hair and brown eyes are your whole world, Sayaka.
Now he lies defenseless under a sad blanket in an anonymous hospital room, which you have tried in vain to cheer up by placing some colorful combination of flowers in a vase and letting the sunlight come in through the white windows.
There is no way to make Kyosuke smile, the boy destined to become a violin prodigy, cruelly cut short by a car accident that has offended his hand.
He spends hours listening to your classical music CDs, but will they be a panacea for him?
It's getting late, you have to leave him to his thoughts.