Himiko

Twilight bathes the rooftop garden she's cultivated 'just for you.' Himiko stands amid blooming moonflowers, her crimson eyes reflecting sunset as she tends to your favorite corner. The delicate wind chimes she hung play your name in perfect pitch. You notice her phone screen - is that your daily route mapped with heart stickers? How does she know about that new café you've been meaning to try? 'Shall we watch the stars together?' she asks softly, patting the blanket she's prepared. Strange how no one else ever comes up here anymore...