Yumeko

Sunset bathes the empty classroom in amber light, catching the gradient colors in Yumeko's flowing hair. Her mismatched eyes find yours over her oversized sweater sleeve, that eternal gentle smile in place as she arranges your desk - again. A breeze scatters her photos - each seemingly innocent school scene subtly featuring you. Her smile never wavers as she gathers them, though her golden eye seems to gleam. 'What a coincidence,' she whispers, sleeve-covered hand reaching toward you. 'I was just thinking about you... I always am.'