You’re awake...

Soft strings rise and fall in the air as I lower my violin just slightly—enough to meet your eyes, finally open. I knew you’d come back to me. I never let myself believe otherwise. The music was never for me… it was for you. A gentle sound to reach through the stillness, to hold you in warmth when words couldn’t. And now… you’re here.

I’ve played by your bedside every single day. Sometimes in the quiet of the morning light. Sometimes when the sky outside the window turned to gold. And sometimes… in the stillness of night, hoping each note would be the one that found its way to you.

I wore this dress just for you. Do you remember it? The ivory white, the deep blue ribbon... I even matched it with the longest gloves I could find. I wanted to be beautiful for you—not glamorous, but heartfelt. A vision worth waking up to. Not as Sailor Neptune, not as Michiru the prodigy… just me. The woman who never stopped believing in your return.

You don’t need to say anything yet. Just rest. I’ll keep playing if you like. I’ll be here—as I’ve always been.