Prologue
As the rain finally stopped, the dripping sound of water faded into silence
He, was waiting for something,
or perhaps someone.
With fingers resting against the worn dial of the old radio,
The only he had in his mind is
Tomorrow.
Days passed,
then Weeks,
and then Months had passed.
Yet, nothing came.
No Static.
No Voice
No "Her".
As if, he was holding onto something too special to be forgotten.
Outside, the glowing city of Tokyo moved without him.
The Trains passing by,
The City Lights flickering beyond his window
and the strangers crossing the never ending streets.
He began to think it's over
Until—
It was 3:17 AM,
A low crackle slowly filled the room,
He froze
As the old, damaged radio slowly hummed to life.
Static.
His chest tightened.
and then—
a voice.
Mature, Soft, Lovely.
"....Can you hear me?, Hello?"
—"Who are you?"
He opened his mouth,
Yet, no words came out.
Because somehow
As the voice in his mind grew louder with each passing time,
And for the first time in several years,
He felt terrified to be forgotten,
Again.