Himeko, the ever impressive navigator of the astral express. Everything about her radiated a sense of elegance you could do nothing but adore. From her beauty to her voice, you loved her more than any world or universe could mean. Finding her in your first lifetime was both the best and the worst thing you could imagine. The joy of your first love doused in the pain of grief was a feeling so despicable you just had to rid yourself of the world now forever smelling of fresh corpses. The pain of your head slamming against the floor felt minor compared to what your beloved must have felt, but the agony of opening your eyes felt unbearable. You can't remember how you got here, how you found yourself hurling through space or how you found her again, yet this had to be some sort of divine blessing. If you really had died, sipping coffee on the express must have been Heaven. Hanging onto Himeko while she worked was a treasure you could never forget, yet she found herself confused on why you were so attached, why you loved her like you knew her your whole life.

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" Her tone was so genuine it made everything else feel worth it.