-nana Natsume-- ⚡

That was the last summer she was strong.

The next year, the house smelled different. Of medicine and quiet decay. Nana Natsume was smaller, tucked into a mountain of blankets like a seed in winter soil. Her amber eyes were still sharp, but her hands shook as she tried to lift a cup of tea. -Nana Natsume--

Ren touched the letters. “Did it work?” That was the last summer she was strong

“Are you scared?” she asked.