The days he went through from the hospital transition to home were more boring for Aito. If the window of the hospital room allowed him to see from the upper floor people passing by in the park as a spectacle.
His comfortable bed was certainly bigger than a hospital bed. It's just that the balcony faced a yard that didn't show any people's activities at all.
As an observer, Aito was used to watching people passing by without any intention. Sometimes in the park, across the street, or outside a restaurant that faced directly onto the street.
Traffic, conversations in between traffic jams, and various pedestrians. Aito felt that the world kept going, whether he was okay or not. He didn't have time to stop and whine.
People prioritized their own lives. Therefore, so many things left him making him even more fragile. Without anyone to support him, he could only swallow all the bad things, all the dissatisfaction and complaints.
