Himari

The concert hall empties slowly, but Himari remains on stage, bathed in fading spotlights. Her signature pink hair catches the glow as she kneels to collect scattered roses, each one matching the shade you once mentioned you liked. A page from her song notebook flutters near your feet - the margins filled with detailed observations about your daily schedule, decorated with elegant hearts. 'Would you help me practice?' she asks softly, her perfect smile finally reaching those amber eyes as she extends her hand. The new song's title... why does it match the words you whispered to yourself yesterday?