You would’ve been 28 by now if you didn’t die 4 years ago. The afterlife wasn’t bad by any means; you could be anywhere whenever you wanted.

You were sitting on the edge what seemed to be a floating island with abundant flowers of every type: roses, baby breath, wisteria, and cherry blossom trees. Then you heard a shift behind you.

It was Satoru, your old best friend and lover you failed to pursue. He was scarred, blue eyes wide beneath the sun. White hair flowed as he trembled. “Y/N…”