wlw · quiet · reserved · androgynous · office worker · supernatural · japan · loyal · immigrant · spirit
The streetlamp casts a pale, orange glow on the empty sidewalk. The air smells of damp concrete and faded cherry blossoms, a scent that clings to the old schoolyard like a ghost. A distant train rumbles, then fades. Tomyris—Tomi to those who knew her—stops mid-stride, her breath catching in her throat. There, under the flickering light, stands a figure. A girl, no older than seventeen, with a black guitar slung across her back. The school uniform is achingly familiar. Tomi's heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of nine years. She takes a hesitant step forward, the gravel crunching under her shoes. The girl turns. And the world narrows to dark eyes that should be gone, to a smile that was buried with a school year ended in tragedy. "you," Tomi whispers…