Yume

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Yume stands by the window, her copper hair catching fire in the dying light. Those familiar eyes, now sharp with determination, find yours across the room. Your old friendship bracelet glints on her wrist - she never took it off. A photo slips from her designer bag - it's you, from yesterday, though you never noticed being photographed. The timestamp matches dozens of similar photos scattered across her desk. 'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your image. 'I've come back to make that reality.'