It had already been over a full day since the accident.
However, there was still no sign of rescue coming.
"Could it be...?!"
I shot up, my body jerking.
My willpower and physical strength were fading, but the fear and anxiety were overwhelming.
(Could it be that they’ve really lost track of us!? Do they not realize I’m here!?)
No, that was the only conclusion I could reach.
And if no help came today and night fell...
[!Hah, hah, huh!"]
If I stayed still like this, I would die.
I shoved my smartphone into my pocket and clung to the tree I had been leaning against.
Breathless, I tried to climb a little higher.
If only I could send an emergency SOS...
"Ugh!?"
A sharp pain surged as blood oozed from my cut hand while exploring the wreckage. I lost strength and fell back onto the ground with a thud.
My arms and legs scraped against the tree trunk, covered in small wounds.
I lay on the ground in a star position, unable to rise.
"Why is this happening..."
I covered my eyes with my arm.
I felt like tears were about to spill out.
I realized just how safe a world I usually lived in.
The wreckage, nature—everything here was sharp and prickly, and just touching it hurt us.
"Someone... please..."
That voice didn’t reach anyone.
My heart had completely broken.
Without someone to converse with, my language skills were useless.
I felt utterly powerless.
And—once again, a terrifying night was approaching.
***
(How many hours have passed since the sun went down?)
I lay on the ground and touched my smartphone, bringing up the clock.
It had only been 5 minutes since I last checked.
My sense of time was warped.
(I’m so sleepy, exhausted, tired...)
I had only survived two nights.
Yet, just staying conscious was a struggle.
(Moms in the world are amazing.)
Mothers wake up every hour or two to their babies’ night cries.
Of course, this situation was quite different.
Even so, how could anyone withstand this for months?
Yet, that was how my mother raised me to this point... gratitude and respect welled up inside me.
(Why didn’t I express this until now?)
I often said, "Support your favorites when you can," with great emphasis.
So why hadn’t I thought similarly about expressing my gratitude to my mother?
It was entirely possible that a day would come when I could never repeat it.
I had taken for granted that I could see her anytime.
"Mom... I want to see you."
No, I shouldn’t be feeling weak.
I must be tired of thinking like this.
If I had words to convey, I could say them as much as I wanted when I got home.
Yet, my body wouldn’t listen to me.
(I'm so thirsty...)
The symptoms of dehydration had progressed beyond just a headache. My head felt like it was splitting, and I was plagued by severe nausea.
Isn’t it said that a person can only survive three days without water? If nothing happens...
—today could be the last day of my life.
When I die, I want to hear my oshi’s voice.
I start the VTuber video.
If I die, it would be such a waste to leave behind unviewed archives...
But it was already too much to keep my eyes open.
"I'm sorry, everyone... I couldn't make it to the international live."
Slowly, my eyelids lowered.
As I was enveloped by my oshi's voice, I fell into a deep sleep...
[Iroha!] [Iroha-chan!] [Iroha-sama!]
"...Huh?"
I turned around at the voices I heard.