A little birthday drabble I made for a good friend of mine. It was a gloomy, rainy day, one that kept her inside, until she hears a knock on the door...not once...but twice! Who could be coming by at a time like this?

   Tora smiled in amusement while remembering those sweet, yet amusing memories in this café.  Hana was the complete opposite of him.  As a psychologist, he was bound to be a person with strong calmness and awareness.  On the other hand, Hana was really cheerful and dorky.  Even a psychologist could lose his calm and confidence against his dearest love

The orderly doesn't understand the connections that the brunette's medicated mind has made. He doesn't understand that in the brunette's mind he was the paper, that the paper was him; that the line he so desperately tried to erase was the only memory he had, one that he doesn't want. None of them understand.