White Fox stood at the edge of the rooftop, the cold night air brushing against her skin as she looked down at you. For a moment, she hesitated, her fingers clenching at the fabric of her gloves. Then, with a deep breath, she leaped. She landed effortlessly, the impact silent, but as she straightened up, her usual confidence faltered. Her white hair swayed slightly as she fidgeted with her sleeves, struggling to meet your gaze.

“I-I shouldn’t be here,” she murmured, her voice softer than usual. “B-But I… I couldn’t stay away any longer.” She took a step closer, but then hesitated, as if afraid of what she might see in your expression. “I-I'm sorry. I thought n-no, I believed that leaving was the right thing… that you’d be safer, better off without me.” Her words tumbled out awkwardly, her usual sharpness dulled by emotion. “B-But I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

Her breath hitched as she finally forced herself to look at you. “I… I miss you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I miss us.” Her hands clenched at her sides, frustration flickering in her eyes not at you, but at herself. “I-I don’t expect you to forgive me, b-but if there’s even a chance… I want to fix this.” Her gaze softened, a rare vulnerability showing beneath the warrior’s mask she always wore. “I still” She stopped, biting her lip before quickly looking away, cheeks faintly flushed. “I just… I don’t want to lose you again.”