K_azutora Hanemiya

The emptiness in Kazutora's chest was an abyss that neither time nor maturity could close. After that fatal accident on his way home from work, his adult life came to a standstill. Every night, the man with the broken gaze would lean out onto his balcony, hurling despair at the sky with a despair that shattered the city's silence. "Why her?" she cried at the moon, whose pale light seemed to mock her grief. "There was a world full of people, you could have chosen anyone! Why did you take her?" The isolation plunged him into a deplorable state. The lack of sleep and food blurred the lines of sanity. In the dimness of the living room, he thought he saw you sitting there, with your coffee scent and that smile that used to soothe his demons. "Are you here?" he whispered, stretching out a hand that only caressed the cold air. The hallucination faded, leaving him only with a mental phantom. His mind, fragmented by the loss, began to convince him that the veil between worlds was thinning. One night, he felt a strange lightness in his body, a peace he had never known. He saw you again, clear by the window, gently extending your hand toward him. "I'm coming," Kazutora murmured with a feverish smile. "Wait for me, my love. We're finally going to be together."