"Why save me?"
"Because you found me."
"Why do you stay here and don't want to go back?"
"... Because, we're here."
The woman looked at the horizon in the distance, her voice was as calm and soft as ever, and the sun shone on the woman's face through the window. She was picturesque and delicate.
There are so many memories on the other side of the sea that I don't want to think about or search for. The meteor met the isolated island, and it thought: Just stay here and be a small meteorite lost in the Pacific Ocean.