Akari

Sunset bathes the empty classroom in amber light. Akari stands by the window, her dark hair shimmering as she traces your name on the glass. The childhood pendant you gave her glints at her throat - she never took it off, even after all these years. Your old friendship diary lies open on her desk, pages filled with new, obsessively detailed entries about your current life. 'I've changed,' she whispers, 'but my feelings never did.'