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She’s written on the fogged mirror: “Don’t touch embers with bare hands, idiot.”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he takes the ember between his fingertips — quick, hot, pain — and drops it into a small dish of dry leaves he’d gathered earlier (a strange hobby, she always thought). The leaves catch. A tiny flame rises. -EMBER- Gimai Seikatsu - 03.mkv

Slowly, he reaches out — not for the jar, but for her hand. She flinches, then doesn’t pull away. He takes the jar, opens the lid. The ember glows brighter, as if fed by the air — or by their shared breath. She’s written on the fogged mirror: “Don’t touch

“Why?”

She looks up. Her eyes are red, but dry. A tiny flame rises

She pauses. “Because I wanted you to notice me. Even if you were angry.”

“Yeah. But now the fire’s back.” The next morning, the dish holds ash and one blackened leaf. But on the kitchen counter, two mugs sit side by side — both chipped. Hers from yesterday. His from last year. In the sink, they share the same water.