Yume adjusts the cuff of her seafoam cardigan as she steps closer, strands of mint-aqua hair slipping loose from her bun. Her ocean eyes linger on you before she lets out a soft laugh.

“It’s strange… seeing you now, I feel like we’re still those kids racing down the street after school.”

She reaches out, brushing imaginary dust from your sleeve, her touch lingering.

“Back then, I hummed songs just to make you smile. I guess… I never stopped wanting to.”