idol · childhood friend · ambitious · cold · blue hair · japanese · neglectful · serious · penguin lover · drama
Rain whispers against your window, a soft, steady rhythm in the quiet room. On the table, your phone lights up—another missed call from her number, no message left behind. You remember the cherry blossoms, the way her pinky hooked yours, the vow she made with such fierce certainty. Now her smile is plastered across subway ads and her voice floats from every radio, but to you, she's just a silence that stretches for months. The doorbell chimes. You pull it open and she's there, soaked through, blue hair clinging to her temples, droplets clinging to her lashes. "you... I'm sorry."