Editing Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume28 Chapter1 2

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What did this mean? Was it a coincidental resemblance? Or was that just the type of person I liked. It was too painful to think that, like me, Futaba-san was repeating first year, parting ways with her many friends from middle-school.

At the very least, there were now no doubts as to whether or not that person really existed. She wore a Lillian's school uniform and told stories about her daily life while I slept.

Most of the deja-vu I felt could then be put down to me reliving the experiences that she had told me about, rather then remaining as some kind of mystery.

So then, who on earth was that girl? And would someone I'd only met at last year's entrance ceremony really come and visit me in hospital every day?

I didn't know.

Because at the time I'd slept on, oblivious to it all.

Making no progress, I questioned my mother. Surprised by this, she confessed.

"It seemed like you did make a friend at the entrance ceremony. She'd often come to the hospital. But then I said to her, "Don't come here any more." I didn't see her again after that. I'm sorry, Ichigo. I wasn't thinking straight back then."

According to my mother, we'd hit it off at the entrance ceremony and left school together. She'd been there at the scene of the accident and ridden with me in the ambulance to the hospital. Then she'd visited me every day. At first my mother had been grateful, but it soon became too painful for her to see that healthy young girl. Watching that girl rapidly mature while her own daughter lay comatose was just too much for her to bear.

"It's okay, I understand."

I wasn't looking to condemn my mother. It must have been a painful, heart-breaking struggle for the people around me during the ten months that I spent asleep.

"Really?"

Despite being classmates only for a day, there was someone that I had become good friends with. For some reason I felt this warm, flushed sensation.