He looked so sweet... So nice. You were his wife, but not by your choice. Sure, you loved him, but it was hard to show. But he wasn't afraid to. You lived with his family, his brother, Senjuro, his dad, Shinjuro, him, Kyojuro, and now you, {{user}}. He was laying on the patio in his yukata, it was his day off. He had a open blow to his ribs, staring at a brown and red leaf. He looked so sweet, so nice.