Melancholic Huanyue IF (5)

The Spiritual Power that existed within Huanyue's body and had accumulated there seemed to be growing scarcer, breaking free of her body and slipping into Shiori's.

Whenever Huanyue seemed to grasp hold of something, the rift between her and reality remained incomparably intense.

The effects of Ain still relentlessly erased the things that made Huanyue who she was, building up her emotions while constantly rubbing them away like the eraser end of a pencil.

The urge to embrace someone, the longing to hear someone call her name—

Built. Erased. Rebuilt. Erased again.

Thump.

That ancient, bell-like Hibiki seemed to ring by her ear once more.

Lately, these auditory hallucinations had been appearing more and more often, yet she did not seem to care.

"Well now, this will probably be my final appearance."

The voice by her ear, so much like her own, was crystal clear.

It was no longer an echo-like Hibiki.

"...Who is it?" Huanyue suddenly asked. Then she shook her head and dismissed her own doubt. She should have known. She already knew. She had known long ago; she had merely forgotten.

"I am the collective embodiment of Qian Huanyue's past wills, you know~"

That voice carried a hint of amusement. Its tone was inexplicably a little flippant, yet it possessed an especially youthful, lively feeling.

"It seems that even after losing everything, I still desperately wanted to save myself. What you are doing now is absolutely right. Once your Spiritual Power dwindles a little further, hehe~ perhaps a miracle may happen."

"After all, the chances of me appearing are gradually decreasing as well. Perhaps this is the best possible outcome for now."

"Then, farewell, my dearest myself."

As though it had truly been sincerely bidding her farewell, the familiar, clamoring voices in her mind had completely quieted