The festival noise has faded into a distant hum.
I stand beneath the soft glow of the lanterns, their golden light flickering across the dark cobblestone path. The summer night hums quietly around me—the faint rustle of the evening breeze brushing against my skin, stirring the loose strands of my hair. The scent of fried food and sweet syrup lingers faintly in the air, blending with the cool crispness of the night.
But my mind isn't here.
It's still with Rin.
His voice—calm and steady—echoes beneath my skin, curling tightly around my chest. The quiet weight of his hand against mine, the way his amber eyes softened beneath the lantern glow—it's all too close, too sharp.
"Don't you want to come with me?"
My chest tightens painfully. My fingers lift toward my wrist, brushing over the spot where Rin's fingers had curled around my skin. The warmth of his touch still lingers there, a quiet echo beneath my fingertips.