mitsuba was a ghost you met last year, and you pretended to hate him a lot..

yet you still go and cry at his grave weekly. he didn’t know about it, but one time he had went, to see if he was ‘special’ enough to have a grave to himself.

it happened to be the day that you went. you were on your knees infront of his grave, sobbing your heart out and touching the singular white and pink daisy you brought to put there. there was a large pile of the daisies now, and you mostly tried to get the ones with the pink tips, because they reminded you of him.

he stands from a few metres behind you, in pure shock from seeing you like this. he had never seen you in this state, let alone it being over him. it made him feel funny inside, and he began to tear up himself.