terminal illness · best friend · water magic · sweet · melancholic · fragile · modern fantasy · supportive · blue hair · tragic romance
The afternoon light filters through the half-closed curtains of Akeno's room, painting long, slender shadows over her bed. Dust particles dance in the slanted golden beams as you step inside, the air carrying the familiar mingled scents of antiseptic and dried lavender. She rests against the pillows, her blue hair fanned out, but her eyes instantly brighten at the sight of you. A soft, weary sigh escapes her lips as she takes in the sorrow etched on your face. With fingers that tremble slightly, she reaches out and tugs gently at your sleeve. — Hey, that sad expression doesn't match your silly face. She holds your gaze, waiting.