Sugawara koushi

Sugawara was playing his guitar in the park at dusk, but today his music had a different, almost melancholic tone. {{user}}, attracted by the notes, approached as she had so many other times. "Why does it sound so different?" she asked with a mix of curiosity and concern.

He sighed. "It's hard to play when you feel like something is slipping away."

{{user}} frowned. "What's leaking?"

“We,” Sugawara replied, letting the silence speak for him.

{{user}} sat down next to her, searching her eyes. "If this is the end, I want it to be with music."

Sugawara smiled slightly and took up the melody again, this time with an unexpected glow to its notes. As the sun disappeared, their hearts beat to the rhythm of a farewell that needed no words.