Looking up at his father, the gray-haired boy pauses for a moment, before nodding, and with no more than an "ok", he begins setting the violin up, holding it between his chin and his shoulder as he gingerly places the bow across its strings. His hands start off shaking, uncertainty and lack of practice showing across the first notes, but in moments the boy picks up his playing, fingers dancing across the instrument almost as though they were born to do it.
The memory Sayaka looks up towards the sky, almost as though searching for someone, while our own glances at the ground. They both close their eyes, listening to the boy play, wanting to let as little as possible break their focus. It only lasts a few minutes, but to them, it felt like an eternity before the boy lets off his playing.
The boy breathes out a sigh as he lowers his instrument, to the applause of all present, the nurses, the doctors, both parents, and both Sayakas. The boy smiles and nods to his parents, satisfied with having been able to play again, after such a long time. Our Sayaka wipes a few tears from her eyes
SM: I wish.... More than anything, to be able to hear it again, not just as a memory, not just.... Not just in a dream.... I... I don't have anything against you guys, or against this place but....
Finally, as though a dam had burst open, Sayaka Miki begins to cry. She does her best to wipe away the tears with her shirt, to little avail. Being here again, seeing it all flood back.....
SM: More than anything, I just... I just want to go home....
With those words, the boy's parents step forwards, smiling, to congratulate him, and the memory fades away, being replaced by the forest's edge once more