Only 100 days left in life

The low-grade fever lasted for three days.

Shiratori Mariko no longer remembers the specific details, it just feels as if her consciousness is always floating up and down between half asleep and half awake.

His mind was muddled, and the people around him changed and changed. Occasionally, he could hear a familiar sneer, and then the cold touch of a towel on his forehead.

She could occasionally hear other people's vague conversations in the twilight, and the people who fed her water and porridge and wiped her sweat to cool down seemed to be different, but even though Shiratori Mariko struggled to open her eyes, she couldn't see each other clearly face.

Those words were slurred like oohs in a dream.

It was early morning when she actually woke up.

The sunshine is very good, spilling into the house through the light linen curtains, bringing fresh air into the house.

When Shiratori Mariko opened her eyes, she found that she could see through the glass window that there was a circle of people outside the ward, who seemed to be waiting for her.

Seeing that she woke up, everyone present was relieved.

She looked around in a daze, and the broken memory was reconnected, only then did she realize that she was sent here after being in a coma.

Three days later, the pain at that time has dissipated, leaving only an inexplicable sourness in the memory. Thinking of the situation at that time, it is like recalling the immature meat that I once ate. Like apples, it has a bitter taste.

"How's the situation?" Jia Ruozi was still wearing her white coat, with an unlit cigarette between her fingers, "As soon as they saw you fainted, they sent you here in a panic—"

She put the cigarette in her hand into her pocket, and looked up and down Shiratori Mariko, "The fever has subsided just now. Is it still hurting?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

"No," she said blankly, "it doesn't hurt anymore. And it feels better than before."

Jia Ruozi was silent for a moment.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," she said, "That's good."

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the irrelevant people who had been yelling at the door and banging on the windows were all let in.

Seeing a room filled with headaches, Jiarui Nitzi turned and left, leaving a sentence "Call me if you have anything to do".

"Understood~" Gojo Satoru closed the door with a smile, "Are you feeling better, Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded.

"You finally woke up," the fastest-running wild rose Nagasaki sat by her bed, "You passed out that day, we really—"

Seeing the faint "1" protruding from Mariko Shiratori's collarbone, she paused, and said nonchalantly, "Just wake up."

Mariko Shiratori smiled at Rose Nagasaki, "I'm fine."

She said with a little relief, "I'm sorry for worrying everyone. Have you finished your meal later?"

"Who would think about eating when it was like that at the time," Nagasaki Yaqiangwei said speechlessly, "Later, I asked the assistant supervisor to clean up the table."

She paused and looked at Shiratori Mariko who was trying to get out of bed, "Shiratori, why don't you rest for a while?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

"I want to go home," she said with a smile, "it's all right."

Nagasaki Wild Rose subconsciously glanced back at Gojo Satoru who was standing on the other side.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be a little more silent than usual today.

He stared at Shiratori Mariko, finally put on his usual smile, and said briskly, "Then go back. Do you want us to accompany you?"

Fuheshier, who was standing beside him, glanced at Gojo Satoru, and then at Shiratori Mariko.

He didn't speak.

"No need," Shiratori Mariko rolled over and got off the bed, and said with a smile, "I can do it by myself."

She needs to walk the rest of the way alone.

When she came back from the outside with her bag, Mariko Shiratori received a call.

Gathering the bag in her hand to the other, she put the phone close to her ear as usual, and asked, "Hello, this is Mariko Shiratori."

The voice on the other side said, "Ah, Shiratori—it's me."

There is no introduction before and after, and it seems that even the laughter of the past has dissipated.

Hearing this familiar voice, Shiratori Mariko laughed.

She said softly, very peacefully, "It's Mr. Dazai. Is there something wrong?"

Osamu Dazai was standing on a tall building somewhere in Yokohama, looking at the orange sky in the distance, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Shiratori," he said, "do you have the answer to that question I asked you?"

Shiratori Mariko walked through the vehicles and pedestrians with a bag in one hand, and was stunned when she heard this sentence, and her pace slowed down.

In the noisy background, she replied slowly, "Ah, is it the question about death?"

It seemed that Osamu Dazai had indeed asked her this question, and was waiting for an answer from her.

"Yeah," Dazai said.

He leaned sideways on the railing, watching the sunset gradually sinking, and the windbreaker was blown up like waves, "Have you changed your mind?"

Shiratori Mariko snorted, "Probably not."

She looked up at the sky, "ah, it's almost night."

In just one day, more than half of it has passed.

"Yeah, it's almost night," Dazai Osamu said, glancing at the time, "Good luck, Shiratori."

The afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in his eyes, and the profile of his face was clearly outlined by the light and shadow, showing a bit of loneliness.

Shiratori Mariko smiled and opened the door.

"Okay," she said, "I'll hang up then, Dazai-kun. Say hello to Fukuzawa-san, and Atsushi and Kyoka for me."

"Yeah," Dazai replied.

After hanging up the phone, he raised his head and looked at the dark sky.

A bird flew through the air, flapping its wings and heading back towards the distant forest.

"Bon voyage, Shiratori."

After hanging up the phone, Shiratori Mariko conveniently put the phone on the other side.

She made an ordinary meal of fried rice for one person, ate it slowly, washed the dishes, cleaned up the garbage, took it down and threw it to the centralized processing location.

When I came back, I happened to meet the elevator maintenance.

Shiratori Mariko looked at the "under repair" sign and chose the stairs on the other side.

She walked up step by step slowly, and only her small footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

By chance, Shiratori Mariko saw a sky covered in orange through the narrow window in the stairwell.

"It's the sunset," she murmured, "It's true that I haven't seen the sunset for a long time."

Back home, Shiratori Mariko still missed the sky.

After thinking about it, she walked to the balcony, and was a little surprised to find that the sunset had not yet set in.

Today's evening seems to be extraordinarily long, the sky and the earth are coated with a layer of orange red by the sun's rays, reflecting on the road, it looks gentle and ambiguous.

This kind of wind with a little fragrance of flowers makes people intoxicated involuntarily, and the dimness carries the unique warmth and coolness of dusk.

Mariko Shiratori's brown hair was gently blown by the wind, and the corners of her skirt fluttered with the wind.

She put her hands on the railing, staring sadly and tenderly at the sunset that was about to disappear.

"It's so beautiful," she sighed, then subconsciously turned her head and asked, "Isn't it?"

When I came back to my senses, I found that there was nothing around me.

Shiratori Mariko was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again.

"It's beautiful," she said again.

It's already night.

Shiratori Mariko spread out the clothes one by one on the bed, and arranged them again.

Originally, I just planned to pick out a piece of clothing, but now I realized that I haven't had time to wear the newly bought skirts in my closet, which are the same as Nagasaki Yeqiangwei's.

She touched the round neck and long sleeves that looked delicate and cute, and couldn't help thinking that she hadn't had time to try the new game consoles that she heard about.

Oh, the new milk tea in the shop downstairs is chestnut-flavored. It feels warm and warm in autumn. I haven't had time to invite everyone to have a cup.

Forget it...forget it.

Should not think so much.

Folding the clothes in her hands properly, and putting them into the cabinet, Mariko Shiratori breathed out, and stopped her movements suddenly.

She was in a daze for a while, and a piece of music that she liked a while ago seemed to pop out of her mind, which caused her originally depressed mood to also rise.

This song always reminds her of the gentle sky at dawn, the gradually whitening sky, the bustling and crowded crowd in the tram, and the sound of rain that is often played in the earphones.

She sighed, took the dress out of it, and closed the closet again.

Anyway, late autumn is coming soon. I will meet you at the end of spring and early summer, so let’s say goodbye at the end of autumn.

How strange, Shiratori Mariko thought as she lay on the bed after changing her clothes.

Knowing the fact that he was going to leave soon, he panicked for a long time, but when he actually stood on the runway, he calmed down miraculously.

Her thoughts were exceptionally clear, and even her impetuous mood, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly calmed down.

Are you scared?Scared, but there seemed to be nothing to worry about.Everything has been arranged, and everything that should be done and can be done has been done.

Mariko Shiratori felt that there was really nothing else she could do.

She seems to have just realized that the past emotions are more about the worries and fears about the future growing in the dark corners. In fact, when facing death, it is not so difficult to overcome.

She turned over, but she met eyes with Saiki Kusuo who appeared nearby at some point.

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment, "Hello?"

She still remembered her lovely neighbor, but after Fedya left, he seemed to be busy with work.

"Hello," said Saiki Kusuo who was also startled for a moment.

He seemed a little caught off guard, as if he was unprepared for the fact that Shiratori Mariko could see him, but he still said, "Long time no see, Miss Shiratori."

Saiki Kusuo was still holding the dumpling in his arms who was blinking at her and struggling to rush towards her, meowing, as if he was very nervous.

Shiratori Mariko smiled at Tuanzi, looked at the pair of green glasses on Saiki Kusuo's nose, and in a blink of an eye, the details of the past seemed to be matched one by one.

She asked hesitantly, "In the past?"

Saiki Kusuo: "Yes, including the coffee jelly before, I was right."

Shiratori Mariko laughed and said, "But I don't have any coffee jelly here today."

She stood up with difficulty, looked at Saiki Kusuo, "It's a pity, if you say it earlier, you might still be able to eat it."

Saiki Kusuo paused and changed the subject, "I didn't come here for this."

He said, "Brother, he amplified your ability, causing the world on the link to have a few more abilities than your own. Sorry, I haven't told you about this."

Shiratori Mariko shook her head lightly, "It's okay."

She said with a smile, "It's already this time. Besides, I have made many friends because of it. Thank you brother for me, Mr. Saiki."

Saiki Kusuo pursed his lips, staring at his own kind.

"Are you afraid?" he said.

Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, "It's okay."

As corny as it may sound, she has received a lot of love and enthusiasm along the way.

Glancing at the phone, Shiratori Mariko pursed her lips and smiled.

She frowned, "Actually, I have received a lot of things compared to when I first came here. Thank you too, I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Saiki."

Saiki Kusuo just looked at her quietly.

After a while, he said, "I will take good care of Tuanzi."

"That's good," Shiratori Mariko said calmly, "I'll leave it to you, Mr. Saiki."

She lay down again and said uncertainly, "So, good night?"

"Goodbye," Saiki Kusuo finally said.

He staggered his gaze, leaving the space for Shiratori Mariko.

"Okay, goodbye," so Shiratori Mariko also said goodbye to him with a smile.

She closed her eyes and fell into the last deep sleep with sleepiness.

Like drinking fruit wine secretly, Shiratori Mariko felt drunk in a trance.

I seem to be floating in the clouds, the whole world is soft and fluffy, as if to be embraced by a string of dreams.

Like falling into a warm, dry embrace.

His thoughts gradually blurred, and the sound of time passing in the last few seconds rang in Shiratori Mariko's ears like a hallucination.

Like a stream of water, the gurgling flows without end.The moist, rustling voice surrounded her, almost making her feel a little overwhelmed.

It's a pity that today is a sunny day and I can't hear the rain again.

But looking at the sunset, it seems to be very good.Should be enough, right?

The numbness crawled up from the limbs, slowly gathered like a strangling vine, and finally took away the breath.

Shiratori Mariko's consciousness gradually fell, diving deeper and further, until it slowly turned into nothingness and returned to eternal silence.

This is a carnival that belongs to her alone, and it is the last stretch of her journey alone.

On the window sill, the lamp with faint sparks that was placed by someone unknown suddenly went out.

A gust of wind gently blew the bouquet of flowers from the window off the stage, and the figure lying on the bed disappeared with the wind, just like everything before was just a phantom, just a little bit of the past leaked out of time and space , leaving fine traces in the house.

She gave back what the world gave her.