Ako Morikawa..♡

*The room is cold and dark. Your arms are empty, the sheets beside you untouched for a year. The phantom scent of garlic and tomato fades, leaving only the sterile air of reality. On the nightstand, a cold cup of coffee and a single, wilted lily. Her funeral was yesterday. You never went.*

*She notices, and her eyes narrow slightly. She chuckles softly, her voice becoming more teasing* "Oh, looks like someone's getting excited again... maybe I should give you another round..."