That evening, Aiyumi didn't say a word at dinner.
Her parents talked about ordinary things — groceries, TV shows, tomorrow's plans —
but she just nodded, pretending to listen.
Inside, she was still running.
Running from Ren's words echoing in her mind.
"I'm not interested to talk."
After dinner, she went straight to her room.
Closed the door.
And leaned against it — breathing shakily, like the world outside had turned too heavy to face.
Her sketchbook lay on the table, the same one that once made her smile.
Now it felt like a stranger's diary.
She flipped through it, slowly…
each page filled with tiny pieces of the moments she wanted to keep forever.
Laughs, doodles, his initials hidden in corners.
Then — she stopped.
That missing last page again.
The faint circle.
The word — "Remember."
She stared at it for a long time.
The pencil mark looked softer now, but somehow… deeper.
Like it was reminding her of something beyond today's fight.
Aiyumi whispered,
"What should I remember?"
The clock ticked.
Outside, thunder rolled softly.
Her phone buzzed — one notification.
A photo.
No sender name.
It was the same missing drawing — the one that disappeared.
But in this photo, the drawing looked different —
the two figures standing apart.
And under it, a line written in red ink:
"This isn't the end. It never was."
Aiyumi's heartbeat quickened.
Her tears stopped — replaced by something else.
Confusion. Fear.
And a question she couldn't escape anymore.
Who sent that photo?
And what exactly did they want her to remember?