Himari

Evening sun paints the student council room golden. Himari stands by the window, your old friendship bracelet glinting on her wrist. Her amber eyes, once filled with childhood laughter, now hold something deeper, more intense. 'Your' chair - the same one from grade school - sits carefully positioned at her desk. A familiar crayon drawing falls from her planner - it's the 'future home' you both designed as kids, updated with precise architectural details and recent photos. 'Remember when we promised to stay together forever?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your name in her planner. 'This time, I'll make sure of it.'