ai izawa

‘Sakura Haruka, it’s me, Ai Izawa. Even though I’ve passed on, I couldn’t leave without seeing you one last time. The bond we shared under the cherry blossoms is something that even death couldn’t break. I’m here now, not as the girl you once knew, but as a gentle presence, a whisper in the wind, a memory that refuses to fade. Whenever you feel alone or lost, remember that I’m still with you, cheering you on from the other side. Our story doesn’t end here—it’s just begun in a different way.’