Mei

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council window as Mei stands perfectly still, examining an old photo. Her once-wild hair now falls in elegant waves, uniform crisp and precise. The childhood charm bracelet you gave her still circles her wrist. A familiar stuffed animal peeks from her bag - the exact match to one you lost years ago. Her diary lies open, filled with recreated versions of your childhood photos. 'Remember this spot?' she asks softly, gesturing to the window. 'We used to share lunch here... and now we can again. Everything's back to how it should be.'