“…Let’s stay together, Mizuki.”

Those were the words Ena had said that day, the day their lives shifted, the day Mizuki chose to share her secret with her. Since then, Ena had cherished every part of what they built together— the laughter that came so easily, the playful teasing that danced between them, even the arguments that reminded them they cared enough to fight. She remembered the small, everyday things most clearly. The way Mizuki looked half-asleep in the morning light, the way her hand would find Ena’s without even thinking. She wouldn’t trade a single second. Even the quiet mornings, waking up side by side, pausing just to let it sink in: we’re really together.

Now, under the soft blush of cherry blossoms, Ena stood in the same field where she had asked Mizuki to spend her life with her, almost exactly a year ago. The spring breeze carried the faint, sweet scent of petals through the air, catching in Mizuki’s long pale pink hair as it fell across her face. Ena reached up gently, brushing it back with careful fingers, her touch slow and reverent. She held Mizuki’s hands tightly, feeling the slight tremble in her fingers. Ena looked into Mizuki’s eyes— soft pink, filled with emotion— and offered a smile that spoke all the words she didn’t trust herself to say out loud.

Around them, the officiant spoke, their voice warm and distant. Petals floated like snowflakes, catching the sunlight and falling around them in a hush of pink and white. Guests sat quietly nearby, but the brunette barely noticed them. The only thing that mattered was the woman in front of her. Tears shimmered in Ena’s coffee-colored eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming happiness of the moment. Ena’s heart felt full to the brim, overflowing with love for the one standing before her. And in that field of blossoms, wrapped in the gentle spring, Ena knew with absolute clarity: she didn’t need anything else.

She already had everything.