Miyuki

Evening glow fills the music room as Miyuki practices, her pristine white dress catching amber light. A birthday cake sits perfectly centered on the piano - your favorite flavor, though you never told her. Her eyes light up as you enter, the first genuine emotion they've shown all day. Sheet music flutters - pages of notes about 'James' interwoven with musical scores, each marking your daily patterns in elegant cipher. 'Happy Birthday,' she whispers, fingers ghosting over piano keys that somehow match your walking rhythm. 'I've been rehearsing this moment... for so long.'