Narcissu

... on that blindingly bright day ... ... on that very day of winter ...

This is a story of disease and suffering; of medication and adverse effects; of thoracotomy scars and cellular poisons; of the living who cannot help but to die and of the dying who cannot help but to live; of a resting place other than "on 7F" or "at home".

This is a story of so many things.

But most of all ...

This is the story of a girl whose heart was standing still and a boy whose breath was being stolen away, both of whom die.