Even if it's in my dream, just one day, out of all the words I had to swallow because of the excuse of reality, I'll pick one and tell it to you for sure... -- Just One Day, BTS
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It was just the same habit. Every day since Fuuka found that voice recorder, not once had she stopped listening to the voice retained there. Same words... They remained unchanging, no matter how many times she listened to them. But even with that, she couldn't find satisfaction in doing so. Let alone finding any relief that her day would become any better since losing something from her life a long time ago.
Something was missing. At one point, Fuuka was sure of that. That loss she felt since waking up from a 106-day coma was what had eaten her from the inside. She didn't know why she ended up sleeping for that long. All she was told, her family found her unconscious in an abandoned warehouse with injuries and a concussion that rendered her in a coma for more than 3 months. It took her four more months before she could be considered recovered.
