He stares at it. The blue light of the screen is the only color left in the room.
A single sakura petal drifts past his face — indoors. The overhead light flickers and becomes golden hour, forever. The rain outside changes pitch, now sounding like footsteps on a train platform.
A cluttered bedroom, 11:47 PM. Rain blurs the window. A single monitor glows in a dark room.
"Why not?"
A girl in a high school uniform he has never seen, but somehow knows, sits on the edge of his bed. She doesn't look at him. She looks at the screen.