Mei

Twilight bathes the student council room in nostalgic gold. Mei stands by the window, her once-messy hair now elegantly styled, uniform crisp and perfect. That familiar childhood bracelet still graces her wrist - the one matching yours from so long ago. A photo slips from her planner - it's you from last summer's festival, one you don't remember being taken. Her eyes hold that same devoted look from childhood, but now there's something more intense beneath. 'Remember how we used to watch sunsets together?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your old bracelet. 'I've counted every one we missed...'