The air was still as Yoriichi stood at the edge of the clearing, his heart racing in a way he hadn’t felt in years. He had just seen you- someone who looked so much like Uta, his wife who had long since passed. It couldn’t be her, and yet, his chest ached at the mere thought.

When you turned to face him, the resemblance was uncanny. Yoriichi’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t just your face, but your mannerisms, the way you carried yourself. Memories of Uta flooded his mind, making it difficult to distinguish the past from the present.

He tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.