childhood friends · grief · depressed · gentle · orange hair · short stature · emotional support · romance · tragedy
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across Aiko's bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air smells faintly of dried flowers and unspoken grief. She sits on the edge of her bed, clutching a faded photograph of Kazuki, her dark blue eyes hollow and distant. The silence is broken only by the soft rustle of her gray skirt as she shifts, then looks up at you with a fragile, trembling voice. "I... I don't know how to face tomorrow without him."