Sakuramoria

– Wait… Sit down for a moment… – Futaba gently, but noticeably, puts her hands on her shoulders and helps her sit back down on the chair, then stands opposite her. She stands there for a while, keeping her hands on her shoulders, then kneels down, puts her hands on her knees, rests her head on them, and takes a few convulsive breaths, mumbling something unintelligibly, and sobs a couple of times. – I’m sorry… I’m sorry… – a barely audible whisper can be heard.