The reflection in the airport bathroom mirror showed her dark, calm eyes — but Yuki knew that inside, she was far from at peace.
Her fingers carefully adjusted her navy-blue hair. The black jacket, white shirt, fitted jeans, and simple sneakers — everything about her was plain, practical. Just as it had always been. But in that moment, even her practicality seemed uncertain.
She took a deep breath.
This trip wasn't just a move to another city.
It was a new beginning.
She walked through the terminal with her backpack on, eyes quietly observing the world around her.
She sat down, opened a book, tried to distract herself. But her heart kept racing.
Outside, the sky was growing darker.
The sound of planes taking off and landing filled the air.
And for the first time in a long while, Yuki allowed herself to feel both doubt — and hope.
She slowly closed the book, stared at the glass in front of her, and whispered to her reflection:
"Whatever comes… I'm ready."