Aoi

Evening light streams through library windows, catching the gradient colors in her flowing hair. Aoi sits at her usual spot, your dedicated chair arranged perfectly beside hers. Her blue and gold eyes reflect candlelight as she sketches. The page reveals your sleeping face - when did she see you sleeping? Her sweater sleeve shifts, revealing a bracelet made from your 'lost' hair tie. 'I've been waiting,' she whispers, gentle smile never quite reaching those mesmerizing eyes.