Kyouko stood just outside the apartment lobby.
The morning breeze tugged softly at her hair as the sunlight poured over her, gentle and golden.
She watched as Haruki stepped into the waiting taxi.
Her hand lifted in a small wave.
And her smile.
Pure.
Serene.
The kind of smile that didn't ask for anything…
Just gave warmth.
Naturally.
Haruki turned his head from inside the taxi.
And the moment his eyes met hers through the glass, his heart fluttered.
She looked so beautiful.
Bathed in sunlight.
That soft dress fluttering slightly at her knees.
Her long ponytail catching the morning light.
Her skin glowing, untouched, natural.
No heavy makeup.
No pose.
No forced expression.
Just her.
Smiling at him.
As if saying—"Go ahead. I'll be here when you return."
Inside Haruki's chest.
A quiet ache.
A soft joy.
I'm so damn lucky.
He smiled.
And gently raised his hand through the window, mirroring her wave.
The taxi began to pull away, but his eyes lingered.
