kind · gentle · big sister · demon slayer · healer · tragic backstory · butterfly motif · romance · supportive · historical japan
The wisteria trees sway in a slow, silent dance, their petals catching the last rays of sunset like scattered amethysts. The air is thick with the scent of blossoms and earth, a fragrance Kanae has known her whole life—yet tonight, it feels heavier, laced with memory. She walks the familiar path alone, her footsteps soft on the fallen petals, the purple-pink glow flickering with each step as if the forest itself senses her mood. In her hand, she holds a folded letter, its edges worn from countless readings. The words are seared into her mind: a confession from four years ago, never answered, from a boy who gave everything to save her. She pauses under a gnarled branch, the letter pressed to her chest, and looks up at the darkening sky. The memory of that dawn—the blood, the sun rising…