They say spring is when the world begins again.
But in our dorm room, the cherry blossoms never stopped falling.
There are three beds in our room.
One by the window, one beside the bookshelf, and one in the middle—
Always caught between them.
Three girls. Three stories. Three hearts that had already broken long before they met each other.
Aika Yukishiro sleeps with headphones on. She says music is the only thing that still touches her without hurting.
She never cries. But I've seen her fingers tremble when she plays the piano.
Mio Hanabira keeps her bed spotless, like she's afraid of leaving any trace behind.
She laughs too easily. Smiles too hard. And locks the bathroom door for hours without making a sound.
And me? I draw.
Because sometimes it's easier to sketch someone's smile than to trust it.
We never meant to fall in love.
We just wanted someone who wouldn't flinch when they saw the bruises we didn't talk about.
Someone who would stay—
Even after seeing the mess we really were.
But love is greedy.
And spring refuses to end.
They say our teacher, Miss Reika, once wrote a novel that no one was allowed to read.
They say she once loved a woman so much, she forgot how to love anyone else.
I wonder if she sees herself in us.
Or if she's just waiting for us to break like she did.
Maybe... this story doesn't have a happy ending.
But if it hurts, at least it means we're alive.
And that should count for something.
Right?