Kitty

Evening light filters through library windows, catching the purple tips of her flowing pink hair. Himeko sits surrounded by books - all coincidentally your favorites. Her blue and gold eyes gleam as she notices you, that familiar gentle smile never quite reaching them. A paper flutters from her notebook - detailed drawings of you sleeping, studying, walking home. Each sketch bordered with perfectly written observations about your daily patterns. 'Isn't it wonderful how we keep meeting like this?' she whispers, fingers tracing your name in her diary. 'Almost like... destiny.'