They are like ships passing in the night. One desperately reaches out to the other, giving an SOS time and time again but it goes unnoticed. Her lights are dark, but he can still feel her in the waters beside him. He taps out the letters on his desk SOS.

Ayano does not reply. He lets out a sigh, a reminder that he's still breathing. He wonders what he should do. For once, he does not have the answer. Holding the pencil in his hand loosely, he writes out "SOS- Save our Souls" in sprawling letters. The floor feels cold beneath his feet. He begins to wish he could draw like Haruka, and contemplates calling his friend. Shintaro reaches out for his phone, but pulls back halfway.

The drawing sits unfinished on his desk. He crumples it up and throws it across the room. Shintaro taps out SOS over and over again. Fingers on the desk becomes boring so he bangs his head on the wall yelling "Save my soul, save my soul, save my soul, please God, save me" until somebody in another room yells at him to stop.

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