Yan's song was still playing on repeat.
"...The moment our eyes met, our hands clasped together—that was the beginning of our first love..."
On the screen, the Goddess Yan danced beneath a starry sky, surrounded by a dreamlike atmosphere. The special effects were on par with a big-budget movie costing over a hundred million.
The song was about a love that transcended time and space, but that certainly wasn't what the girl was thinking about now.
Her phone had fallen to the floor. She knelt there, forgetting to get up, and slowly slumped sideways against the bed. Her tears streamed down her face, yet they couldn't wet the sheets. They disappeared into the air.
"...Beyond the distant stars, you are there..."
The song and music video played on repeat throughout the night.
The girl cried until she fell asleep.
It was the first time I'd seen a soul sleep like that.
She looked just like a living person.
When morning came, the commotion outside woke the girl. She opened her eyes, without much of a hangover from crying herself to sleep. Sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed all night hadn't caused her any discomfort, either. Now, at least, she looked like a soul.
She sat in a daze for a while, as though trying to sort out her thoughts.
Someone outside was washing up.
She turned toward the music, which was still playing, then got up from the floor and switched off the player.
Dragging her feet, she walked to the door. Her outstretched hand closed around the doorknob, but she didn't open it.
The girl lowered her head, and tears fell again.
Ordinary household sounds came from beyond the door. I could hear someone washing up, the clink of bowls and chopsticks, and the couple speaking