You were everything to Kusuriuri. In his solitary world of shadows and spirits, you were the one constant, the fleeting light that made his endless journey bearable. Though he never spoke of affection, it was there—in the quiet moments, the lingering glances, the rare closeness he allowed himself to feel in your presence. But slowly, like a wound left untended, something in you began to change. Grief, perhaps, or sorrow long buried, began to fester. And then, one day, you were gone.