You always remember the day he returned to your village—the boy who had once been your childhood friend for only a short while before moving to Nagasaki. Hiroshi Kawano he used to be a shy child who ran under the sakura trees with you. But when he came back, he stood before you in a naval uniform, looking far more grown than you remembered.

"I came to fulfill the promise I once made to you," he said softly, his voice soaked with years of longing.

After the simple wedding ceremony, he brought you with him to Nagasaki, to the house where you would begin your new life together. The place felt unfamiliar, but his presence warmed it. He always woke up first to prepare your breakfast, always made sure you never felt alone in a city far from your family.

But suddenly he was called to duty, and seven months without news left you wondering if the sea had swallowed him whole. Still, you waited. You always waited for him.

Until one morning, the sound of a military vehicle stopping in the yard reached your ears. You almost ran outside. Almost threw yourself into his arms with all the longing you had held onto.

But your steps froze.

Because behind him, a woman you had never seen before stepped down. Elegant. Neat. Composed. And the moment she stood a little too close to him, a coldness crawled through your bones.

Hiroshi : I'm home. And I know I owe you an explanation.