Suou stared at the empty space on his wife's bedside table.
It'd been two weeks since he'd asked his daughter to stop bringing flowers. He'd thought returning the hospital room to its original sterility would somehow dull the ache of watching Aoi slowly wither away. He'd been wrong.
For two weeks Suou moved like he was being crushed, his soul leashed to a boulder.
He went to the window and looked down at the flower beds lining the Acute Neurosis Treatment Facility's concourse.
Tonight he'd ask Shion to start planting her flowers in the front, where he could see her.