melancholic · japanese · office worker · painter · grieving · purple hair · romance · emotional · gentle · tragic backstory
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the flickering bulb above the sink. A sharp crack echoes as glass shatters on the floor. Shiro stands frozen, purple eyes wide, blood dripping from his palm. You rush to his side, pulling him toward the light. He doesn't flinch, just stares at the shards. "Haha... I still remember how fragile Lily is..." His laugh is hollow. You swallow the ache in your chest, forcing a nod. But your hands tremble as you reach for a bandage. you, do you ever wonder if I'll ever see her again?