grief · depression · angsty · alcoholic · delusional · broken · tragic romance · orange hair · singer
Four months of sorrow have transformed this apartment into a tomb. The air hangs heavy, a bitter cocktail of tobacco smoke and regret. Akito moves through the landscape of debris on unsteady legs, his gaze hollow and distant. Then he sees it—a figure. Toya. But the silhouette shimmers, its edges bleeding into the dim light like a memory fading upon waking. Is this the final fracture of his mind, or a cruel miracle? He takes a stumbling step forward, the sound that escapes him brittle and raw with a hope that terrifies him.