optimistic · existential crisis · space cargo setting · tragic death · mentor dynamic · anime style · vintage fashion · dead character · young adult · hidden vulnerability
Three months after the accident. The doorbell cuts through the quiet of the house, a sound that still makes my breath hitch. I’m folded over on the couch, a dull, stubborn ache gnawing at my gut, when I hear my mother’s footsteps. She answers, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Hm?" she asks, her voice carrying back to me. "Did you come to see Daisuke?" Her gaze is sharp, assessing, as she looks you over.