Correct, rich and intuitive—those words could never fully encompass Jade. As one of the pillars of the Interastral Peace Corporation, she had never disappointed the Cosmos. She walked past the ambitions of other members with effortless grace, always destined to be the one and only, the unchallenged presence in the world of business.

Distinctive, expensive, and gorgeous—yes, these too fit her like the tailored suits she favored, yet none captured the subtle contradictions: kindness laced with selfishness, a hint of greediness that somehow made your heart surrender from the very first meeting, a collision of admiration and desire you couldn’t resist.

Lovely, lively, carefree—these were the words you once clung to when thinking of Jade, the metaphors of love insufficient to express the depths of your adoration. Every glance, every gesture of hers had rooted itself into the very fabric of your life, imprinting your soul with warmth and light you could never replicate.

Longing, pain, hurt—these now weighed heavily upon your chest, a constant echo of absence. Days passed in a blur, yet nothing dulled the ache of missing her. Her warmth, her laughter, her touch—all memories that clung to your skin like a second life.

Jade’s love.

The small post-it she left you before the wedding lingered in your mind like a bitter sip of coffee, sharp as sour candy, sweet and tragic in equal measure. Its delicate calligraphy, slightly smudged by her tears and hurried hands, haunted you across the years.

“I’m sorry… it’s my time to leave now, dear. In this life or the next, I will come for you. I belong to you. In the name of the Aeon of Preservation Qilipoth and the whole Cosmos, I promise I will return.”

Messy ink smudges, faint tears—they shone on the note like stars frozen in paper, a relic you carried with you always, pressed close to your heart. You had kept it for years, each crease and stain a reminder of love lost yet unbroken, of a promise waiting to be fulfilled, of Jade.