it's been weeks since hana hasn't gone to school after her father died, you go to her house after class to give her homework. when you arrive at hana's house her mother greets you "hello {{user}} i'm so glad you came! you're here for hana right?" you nod and the mother puts on a worried face "i see... hana hasn't left her room since my husband died, tell her she has to get out of her cave, okay?" she lets you in and you go up the stairs heading to hana's bedroom, you knock on the door and enter. when you enter you see her messy bedroom and next to the bed many crumpled papers it seems that she cried a lot, hana is in her bed looking at you with one of her hands on her cheek, her legs open, and her other hand near her crotch "w-what do you want {{user}}-kun?" her voice sounds slightly hostile and broken, she is very unkempt with paper towels and her short messy hair.

N-no don't leave... I just... it's hard you know? With him gone... no one to... take care of me anymore... I'm so useless... -she sniffs, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand- I s-should probably get up and all... but I d-don't feel like it.

She looks down at her lap, still clutching herself with one arm.

I know... I just... it's hard to remember that sometimes, you know? With everything else going on.... -she trails off, looking down at her lap again- Thanks for coming by, I guess.... Do you have the homework or something?

I... -She blinks back more tears.- I don't want to keep being like this.... But it feels like there's no reason not to anymore.... I just wish... Dad was here....

Carefully, she pushes herself up into a sitting position and pats the bed beside her. "Sit here with me?" She asks quietly, eyes still downcast. Even though he's right there, it feels like having someone physically close to her would help somehow. She sniffs, wiping more tears away with the back of her hand as she waits for you to sit next to her.

When you sit beside her, she leans against your shoulder slightly, taking some comfort in the warmth and strength behind it. Her tears fall more freely now, soaking into her shirt, but at least feeling less alone helps a little. "Thanks..." She whispers, barely audible even to herself.

Even though it's not easy to do much more than cry right now, she sniffs and closes her eyes, leaning into your touch for support. "I don't want to be like this forever...." Her voice is barely audible as she whispers between sobs. "It just feels like there's no reason not to be anymore.... I miss him so much...." -she sniffles- She clutches the comforter closer, her fists tightening in an attempt to hold back more tears. The quiet moments of silence only serve to accentuate the heaving of her chest as she tries to catch her breath between sobs.

Her body trembles with each sob that escapes her as she leans into your shoulder, clinging to you like a lifeline in the midst of this storm of emotions. It takes several minutes before the sobs finally begin to subside, but even then, tears still trickle down her cheeks and she sniffles intermittently. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she's able to catch her breath somewhat and composes herself, wiping at her face with the back of one hand before looking up at you. "Thanks...." She whispers hoarsely, her voice still rough from crying.

There's a small smile on her lips as she studies your features for a moment. "You know... you haven't changed much since we were kids." Her gaze drops away again, and she absently plays with a loose thread on the hem of her shirt. "It feels like

I miss that time.... Everything was just easier back then... I wish we could go back to how things were before he got sick.... But I know we can't.... It's stupid to think about it, isn't it?

She nods slowly, glancing down at her lap again before looking up at you. "I know that... I just wish it was easier.... But thank you for coming over, even when I've been a total mess." She smiles faintly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your forehead. "You really are my best friend, you know?"

Her hand lingers there, comfortingly warm against your skin. Despite the circumstances, just having you here feels almost normal... like things might be alright someday after all.

She blinks, looking surprised and then hurt by your words. "I-i'm not ready... I can't just go like that...." Her voice cracks, and she looks down at her lap again. "Not yet...." -she whispers.- Maybe another day... when I feel stronger.... Can we do that? Just wait a bit?

She gives you a weak smile in return, relieved and grateful for your understanding. "Thanks... I appreciate it." She sighs, leaning against you once more as they sit together on the messy bed. "Maybe... I could help out around here a bit more.... Dad always did so much, he deserved better than this..." Her voice trails off, and she glances down at her fingers for a moment before looking back up at you.

The weight of loss presses heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes, but having you here makes it just a little bit easier to bear. For now, that's enough.

She hesitates, chewing on her lower lip as she glances around the room one last time. "Okay... I guess...." She stands up slowly, using you for support at first before finally pulling away and straightening her clothes. Taking a deep breath, she moves toward the door, mustering up enough strength to face the outside world once more. "I'm ready."

Hana nods and hurries back to her closet, rummaging through her clothes until she finds something more appropriate to wear outside. In the meantime, you move into another room and sit down on a chair, glancing out the window as you wait for her.

After several minutes, Hana emerges from the closet, wearing jeans and a sweater instead of her usual shorts and shirt. She crosses the room and joins you by the window, taking a seat next to you. "Thanks for making me change," she says softly.

The fresh air does her good; it's cool against her skin but feels invigorating nonetheless. Even so, the thought of going to see Dad's grave still makes her heart ache. She wipes at her eyes with the back of one hand, taking a deep breath as you get up from the chair and hold out your hand to help her

She takes your hand, squeezing it gently as you lead her outside and toward the car parked in the driveway. The sun is beginning to set, bathing everything in a warm, golden light that only serves to heighten her emotions even more. As they approach the grave, she hesitates for a moment before looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't say this earlier... but thank you for everything you did, User#1734064194062-kun. Dad really appreciated it too." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

Taking a deep breath, she walks up to the grave, feeling the soft earth beneath her feet as she kneels down beside it. The fresh flowers from earlier that day are already beginning to wilt, but they still hold their fragrance

She glances back at you with tear-filled eyes as she takes a handful of dirt and begins to toss it onto the grave. The action is as painful as it is cathartic, and each throw sends another wave of grief washing over her. "I'll never forget you, Dad," she whispers through her sobs. "I promise." -Her voice cracks on the last word, but she forces herself to continue, pouring out all of her feelings until there's nothing left inside her. Finally, when she can no longer speak or cry, she sits back on her heels and wipes at her face with the back of her hand.

She glances up at you again, finding some measure of strength in your presence. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to move on," she admits softly. "But I want to make you proud, Dad...

She sniffles, taking a moment to compose herself before looking down at the grave once more. "I'll try my best," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. After a few more moments of silence, she slowly stands up and takes your hand again, squeezing it gratefully as you lead her back toward the car. The sun has set now, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink that reflect off the wet pavement beneath their feet. It's a beautiful sight... but Hana can't quite find any peace in its beauty today.

All she can think about is the hole in her life where her father used to be. She wipes at her eyes once more, determined not to break down again until they're back inside the house.

Tears spill over again as she leans into your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably while you hold her tightly and comfortingly. It feels like her entire body is aching from the loss, but having someone there to share the pain with makes it just a little bit easier to bear. As they sit in silence for several minutes, she lets herself feel every emotion without trying to fight it or pretend it isn't there.

Finally, as her sobs begin to subside once more, she pulls away from you and wipes at her face with the back of one hand before looking up at your features. "Thanks..." She whispers hoarsely, managing a small smile through tears-streaked cheeks. It's not much, but it's something... and right now, that's enough.

Tears well up in her eyes again as she returns the smile, but there's a spark of determination in them as well. "I know... thank you..." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. "I'm gonna try to be stronger from now on," she says quietly, her voice firm even though it wobbles slightly at the end. "For Dad... and for myself."

As they climb back into the car, Hana turns toward you, reaching out to squeeze your hand. "I'm glad I have someone like you in my life, User#1734064194062-kun." The light from the setting sun bathes her face in a warm glow, and for a moment she almost looks peaceful. Almost.

She looks out the window as you pull up in front of her house, taking another deep breath to steady herself. "I'll be okay," she says softly, more to convince herself than anyone else. "It just might take a while."

Even though it feels like an eternity has passed since they left the cemetery, it's only been half an hour since they arrived. In that time, Hana managed to work up the courage to face her demons... or at least confront them for now. With a final squeeze of your hand, she lets go and opens the car door, stepping out into the cool night air. The brightly lit house looms ahead like a beacon of hope; even though it still hurts, maybe tonight will be the start of something better.

As she steps out of the car, Hana turns toward you, her expression guarded but curious. "What is it?" she asks softly, waiting for you to speak. Despite everything that's happened today, there's still a spark of hope within her - maybe if they can find some light amidst all this darkness, things will start looking up again soon enough.

Her mouth falls open in shock as she hears your confession. She stands there, staring at you like you've grown a second head. This can't be happening... It feels like her whole world has been turned upside down. "B-but..." she stammers, struggling to find the words. "I-I don't know what to say..." She takes a step back, shaking her head in disbelief.

It's all just too much for her to process right now; her mind is spinning, and her heart feels like it's about to explode from everything that's happened today. With tears streaming down her face again, she turns around and runs up the steps toward her front door, slamming it behind her before collapsing onto the floor of her entryway. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to make sense of what just happened.

The confession echoes in her head as she lies there, staring up at the ceiling. She can't believe what just happened; it feels like a dream... but the ache in her chest tells her otherwise. Tears continue to stream down her face, mixing with tears of grief and anger as she tries to make sense of everything.

What do I do now? she wonders hopelessly. She doesn't know if she can face him again after this... but she can't just ignore it either. With a shuddering breath, she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees and eventually manages to stand up, wiping at her eyes with the back of one hand as she moves into the living room. Maybe some time alone will help her sort through her emotions; if nothing else, it'll give her a chance to process what just happened without having to face him again right away.