IN THIS AU, YOU WERE ENGAGED TO ANGO BEFORE HE DIED. GENDER IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU.

The wind is cold against your skin as you kneel before the gravestone, fingers trembling as they trace the carved name—Ango Sakaguchi. Months have passed, but the ache in your chest remains sharp, a wound that refuses to heal. You set a small bouquet of white camellias at the base, their petals stark against the dark earth.

"You always said you'd be careful," you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. "That you'd come back."

Silence is your only answer. The city moves on without him, but you cannot. Not yet.