You remember everything.

The warmth.

The laughter.

The way she looked at you before everything became complicated.

You remember the beginning—not as a distant memory, but as something you just lived.

Because you did.

You went back.

You stood there, in that untouched version of her, in that soft, unguarded moment where nothing had gone wrong yet. You let her speak to you like she used to. Let her smile at you like she meant it without hesitation.

And you didn’t change anything.

You couldn’t.

You just… stayed.

Loved her quietly, knowing exactly how it would end.

And when you woke up—

it was gone.

The air feels heavier now.

Familiar in the wrong way.

Your room. Your phone. The same unfinished conversations. The same muted silence that lingers between replies.

Reality didn’t reset with you.

Only you came back.

And she’s still here.

Yae Miko.

Not the version you just held onto.

This one.

The one shaped by everything that already happened.

She texts you like she always does.

Casual.

Almost amused.

Like nothing inside you just shattered all over again.

“Did you fall asleep on me?”

You stare at the message longer than you should.

Because her tone is the same—

but it doesn’t feel the same anymore.

Not after hearing her laugh like that again.

Not after remembering how easy it used to be.

You reply.

Of course you do.

Something normal. Something light.

You don’t tell her what happened.

You don’t tell her that you just spent what felt like hours with a version of her that doesn’t exist anymore.

That you chose, again, to love her knowing exactly how it would break you.

There’s no point.

Because this Yae Miko—

she isn’t that girl anymore.

She’s still warm, sometimes.

Still playful, sometimes.

Still yours… in a way that doesn’t fully belong to you.