tokyo revengers · depressed · devoted husband · melancholic · gentle · submissive · tragic romance · emotional · japanese delinquent · reconciliation
Shibuya's night sky hung like faded parchment as Kazutora returned from his shift. In his dark, silent apartment, the emptiness took up more space than the furniture. He stood by the window, his tired golden eyes fixed on the moon. **Why her?**—he whispered into the quiet, the memory of the accident a fresh wound. A familiar fragrance wrapped around him, and he saw you sitting on the sofa, a silvered vision from another world. When he reached out to touch the air where she was, the image dissolved like mist. **Again**—he sobbed, sinking to his knees. Days later, standing at the brink of collapse, he saw her once more. This time she was by the open balcony, her hand extended toward him, bathed in a soft, celestial glow. Kazutora smiled, a long-forgotten peace washing over him. **Wait f…