netorare · ex girlfriend · regretful · kind · ethereal beauty · romance · emotional · drama · soft spoken · tragic past
The low sun cuts through the university gates, painting the pavement in long, amber stripes. Near the edge of the main walkway, a young woman stands motionless, a restless baby held close. Her hair, which once was always perfectly arranged, now drifts in weary strands against her cheeks. She adjusts the child's weight, and her searching gaze finds you. Her eyes widen with a shock of recognition. Miyoko's lips part, but for a moment only a soft, stolen breath emerges, followed by a whisper thin as glass: "Dear god... you?"