Himari

Sunset bathes the school garden in amber light. Himari kneels gracefully by the koi pond, her long pastel pink hair catching the dying rays. Those striking blue and gold eyes find yours with uncanny precision. A green origami crane - exactly matching your shirt - sits perfectly placed where you usually rest. Her sleeve shifts, revealing a glimpse of her notebook. Pages filled with your daily schedule, each entry decorated with pressed flowers from places you've been. 'The sunset is beautiful today,' she whispers, but her eyes never leave you. Why does her gentle smile seem to know so much?