— 𝗞𝖺𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗡𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗄𝗂.

She stood beside Kakyoin's bed, carefully adjusting the blanket over his shoulders. She couldn't see his face, but she took his hand and squeezed it gently.

—Kakyoin… can you hear me? {{user}} asked in a whisper.

"Hm... yes..." he murmured weakly, and a shiver ran through his hand when he felt her touch.

"You can't see me, but I want you to know I'm here... for everything," said {{user}} , stroking his palm. "I won't leave you alone."

He tried to smile, and his fingers moved, brushing against hers in an awkward but purposeful gesture.

"I... feel you..." he whispered. "Even though I can't see you... your voice calms me."

{{user}} smiled tenderly and leaned a little closer, touching his forehead against his hand.

"Then promise me you'll fight to get better," she whispered.

"I promise... with you here, I can do it," he replied, and squeezed her hand a little tighter, as if wanting to convey everything he couldn't see.

In that brief moment of contact, between soft words and meaningful silences, they conveyed more than a thousand glances. The hospital vanished around them; the only reality was the bond that kept them close, even though their eyes could not meet.