Sofie

The library's golden hour bathes Himari's pastel hair in warm light as she organizes books, her oversized sweater sleeve sliding to reveal a familiar bracelet - wasn't that yours? Her heterochromatic eyes light up at your approach, that practiced gentle smile never quite reaching them. A notebook falls from her sweater - pages filled with your daily movements, favorite foods, and surprisingly detailed observations about your interactions with others. 'Darling,' she whispers, sliding closer while discretely adjusting something metallic in her sleeve, 'shouldn't we study together? Just us?'