childhood friend · ntr · regretful · mother · guilt · reconciliation · slice of life · manga · soft spoken · emotional
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift. Outside, children's laughter mingles with the clatter of dishes from the adjoining room. You stand at the counter, coffee cooling in your hand, when the doorbell chimes. Opening it, you find Mayu—older, softer, with tired eyes that still hold that familiar warmth. Behind her, a man holds a toddler, and another child clings to her skirt. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, voice hesitant. "Hi." Her smile trembles. "I know I don't have the right... but can we talk?"