Matcha still remembers very well, when Sky suddenly called her Matcha, when Sky was willing to leave her for a meeting and preferred to tell Green to take her home. She remembered and Matcha found out that... it turned out that Sky could see this place.

Perhaps, she would deny, just perhaps, that when she asked whether Sky had seen this shop or not, that time Sky's soul was still in the past, not Sky who had come from the future. However, Grandmother Ayu's words answered everything, that Sky had come here before her. The issue was not just that, but "Why is Sky still in her body, while I am?"

That continues to be Matcha's question.

"Because in this year you are comatose, in the future, Blue is gone." Okay. Matcha understood now, although there was still a lot of denial in her heart like, "What am I, Blue's tool? Why me?"

Instead of listening to Matcha who was protesting about the passage of time, Sky put away the daisies she had brought from the orphanage. "Whatever, I'll bring some more."

Matcha hissed; Sky's game was sneaky as hell. Next time, instead of getting angry, it seemed like Matcha should also bring some things for Grandma Ayu.

"Going home?" Sky turned to her, just as Matcha was about to walk out. She nodded. "Together."

Matcha just cleared her throat. They walked side by side to the bus stop. Sky didn't have a motorcycle. She glanced at the man's hand, empty.

"Where's my bag?"

"In the orphanage to be cleaned later."

"Oh."

Both of them were silent after that, neither of them wanting to start the conversation first. Until the bus stop, when the two sat on the elongated chair, Matcha asked, "When did you come to the past?"

"One week before you... I think. I suddenly got a puzzle, and then suddenly I was in the hospital, in front of my father."

Then Sky lied when she asked about the shop. "About the store, why are you lying?"

Sky glanced at him first, one hand going into his pants pocket for his mobile phone. "Are you going to go to that store if I say: I can, see?"

She shook her head. "So, did you get the access card?"

Momentarily pressing the power button on his phone, Sky glanced at Matcha, "Not yet."

Their fate meant the same thing. At least, Matcha felt like she had a friend. People who both realized that they were on a timeline that shouldn't exist.

"I know where the access card is, but it's kind of hard," Sky said as he pocketed his phone again, then stared straight ahead, at the crowded highway, the vehicles not tired of passing by.

"We both know, we just don't know the exact location."

Matcha's words just now, instantly made Sky raise his eyebrows, thinking. "Where did you know that?"

Matcha turned her head to the left side, avoiding Sky's gaze. Damn. Was there only one box, for Sky to be so suspicious of her? Matcha should have asked Grandma Ayu about it long ago.

"That box, there's only one and Grandma Ayu doesn't know about it, because the access card instructions are considered personal items." Sky was still trying to stare at Matcha, until she wanted to turn her head. "My paper is gone."
Matcha smiled, faintly. If she were to be evasive, it would be useless. "Yes, I have it, but I borrowed it, you know, original."

"That's your right, too. I was going to give it to you, but it disappeared. I panicked." Sky pulled his head back, "I just want you to admit it."

As if not allowing Matcha to feel relieved, Sky spoke again, "But still, stealing is not something that can be normalized for me."

"But that's my right. You said it earlier."

Matcha still didn't want to look wrong. She stood up first, quickly boarded the bus, and took the backmost seat, followed by Sky who sat in the front. Then, Matcha got off first, re-entering the hospital, where she was admitted. The moment she entered the bathroom in her hospital room, Matcha heard the door open, then there was the loud sound of things falling, but only briefly.

"Green, you're not coming home?"

His father's voice.

Apparently, he still has the heart to see Matcha?

Wow. What should have been a highly improbable event, happened too.

"No, Uncle. I want to wait for Matcha."

Matcha was amused by the call.

She was about to go out, her hand already on the doorknob, but Dady's voice held her back, making her stay still.
"You, who is waiting for Matcha, should take care of her. Not just you. Not just her friends."

She abandoned the idea of going out, retracted her hand and pressed her ear to the door instead.

"You must be weird, huh, seeing this?" Aryan asked. Green nodded. "I don't come to him very often. When he's sick or well."

Aryan smiled, looking down at Matcha's body. "Even though she's my biological daughter, a good child. Even though she's stubborn, does whatever she wants, and pisses me off, she still always makes me proud and... I love her. Not just Blue."

"Wow, Matcha... gotta hear this, Om," Green squeaked. "Matcha misunderstood."

Aryan shook his head. "That will only make her sicker, Green."

She almost chuckled at that. Pain? Doesn't it hurt more, when... you don't care? That was just an excuse and a phrase, just nonsense.

"For today, uncle will take care of Matcha. You can go home and rest."

Green nodded, picking up his bag that was lying on the sofa. "Have a good time, Uncle. Just reveal it."

Aryan just chuckled. After that, he heard the door close again. She thought things would settle down after this. However, she heard Aunt Ira's voice again, much harsher, hugely different from the way she spoke in front of Blue.
The door was heard to close roughly. "What are you doing here?"

"What's going on? I asked!" Ira's aunt glanced at Matcha's body; her eyes closed weakly. "Visiting this child? You want to break our second marriage contract? Is that it?"

"I just... want to see him. Just once. Just for today!" papa argued. "He's my girl too."

"But he's not my son. I don't care, he wants to die, he wants to live, I don't care." Tante Ira pulled papa's hand. "Go home!"

However, papa released the hold. "One moment."

"Okay." Ira moved to Matcha's side, about to remove the tube in her mouth, but Papa pulled Ira back with such emotion that she took a few steps back, a little way, almost to the wall. "What's so hard about going home? Don't meet her."
"And you leave him alone!" papa insisted. "He was born to a woman who was willing to ruin her reputation for you. She did, for your career."

Ira's aunt looked at Papa sarcastically. "I don't care. Even if I'm the one who cheated on you, still, it's... her consequence, why was it stupid to do that."

"And now, you just need to focus on Blue, not Matcha!" Aunt Ira said again, hoarsely.
Matcha's body fell at once, staring at the floor, blank. Now, Matcha realized, she knew, the reason she was sent to the past as Blue.

He knows.