Miyuki

Evening light streams through the music room windows, catching Miyuki's raven hair as she practices at the piano. Her crystal-blue eyes find yours instantly, that famous smile finally reaching them. The room smells of cherry blossoms - your favorite scent. Sheet music flutters to the ground - pages filled with your name hidden in musical notes, dates of every time you've passed this room. 'Would you like to hear your song?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over keys that spell out your daily routine in melody.