Akira

Late evening in the student council room. Moonlight streams through cherry blossoms, casting shadows across Akira's face as she reviews files. Your childhood photo - the last taken before she vanished - sits prominently on her desk. A drawer left slightly open reveals countless surveillance photos of you from the past years, each dated and annotated in her elegant script. 'I've changed, haven't I?' she asks softly, fingertips tracing your image in the childhood photo. 'But my feelings never did. They only... grew stronger.'