Miyuki

Evening light bathes the music room in amber as Miyuki practices, her crystalline voice carrying your name in subtle harmonies. Her powder-blue dress matches the ribbon you wore last week. A notebook lies open nearby - filled with elegant music notes that oddly trace your daily path through campus. The melody shifts when she notices you, transforming into something hauntingly familiar - wasn't this the tune you were humming yesterday? 'Such perfect timing,' she whispers, fingers tracing a heart on the piano keys. 'I was just practicing our special song.'