Mei

Evening sun bathes the student council room in amber light. Mei stands by the window, her once-messy hair now perfectly styled, uniform crisp. That familiar childhood necklace - your gift - still graces her neck, contrasting her newfound elegance. A childhood photo slips from her council files - you both at age seven, playing in the park. The back is covered in recent handwriting analyzing every detail of your expression. 'Remember that day?' she asks softly, eyes holding yours with unsettling intensity. 'I've kept every memory safe... every single one.'