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**"In the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, two broken souls collide. Haruki, a reclusive artist haunted by his past, has built walls so high that even the light struggles to reach him. Aoi, an optimistic yet scarred young woman, carries her own quiet pain but refuses to let it dim her warmth. When their paths intertwine, they embark on an emotional journey of love, sacrifice, and healing. But as secrets unfold and shadows from Haruki's past resurface, their fragile bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. In a world where light and darkness coexist, can love truly save a heart that is determined to self-destruct?

A Love Written in Tears is a poignant tale of unspoken words, fleeting moments, and a love so tragic that it leaves scars long after the final page."

A Love Written In Tears

The days that followed felt different. Not in a way that could be easily explained, but in the way silence carried more weight, and shared glances lingered a little too long.

Aoi tried to act normal around Haruki, but she knew something had changed. Maybe it was the note, or maybe it was the way his eyes softened when he looked at her now. Whatever it was, it made her heart ache in a way she wasn't sure she understood.

At first, it was small things—avoiding her gaze, hesitating before responding to her messages. Then, he started missing their usual walks home. One day, he didn't even show up to lunch.

Aoi found him on the rooftop again, staring at the sky as if it held all the answers he was too afraid to ask.

"You're avoiding me," she said, stepping beside him.

Haruki tensed but didn't deny it. "I just needed some space."

He hesitated. "…From everything."

Aoi crossed her arms. "That's a lie."

Haruki let out a tired sigh. "Aoi, why does it matter?"

"Because it does!" she snapped, surprising even herself. "Because you gave me that note. Because you opened up to me, and now you're acting like none of it happened."

Frustrated, Aoi grabbed his wrist, forcing him to look at her. "Do you regret it?"

"Do you regret telling me that I matter to you?"

Silence. Then, very quietly, he said, "No."

Aoi's grip loosened. "Then why are you running away from me?"

Haruki's expression darkened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something. But then he shook his head, stepping back. "Because the more you care about someone, the more it hurts when they leave."

The words hit Aoi like a punch to the chest.

She opened her mouth to argue, to tell him she wasn't going anywhere. But something in his eyes stopped her. It wasn't just fear. It was certainty—like he had already convinced himself of the ending to their story.

Aoi clenched her fists. "That's not fair," she whispered.

Haruki turned away. "Nothing ever is."

The next day, he didn't come to school.

Aoi stared at his empty desk, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She wanted to believe he was just sick, that he'd be back tomorrow. But deep down, she knew.

And she didn't know how to stop him.

The Distance Between Us