~Promise~

Author's p.o.v ~

As Himawari's eyes locked onto Kazama's, a mix of emotions exploded within her. Anger, hurt, and resentment from their past still simmered, refusing to be extinguished. Yet, beneath the surface, a spark she thought had long been extinguished flickered back to life.

The moment their gazes met, Himawari's heart began to race, pounding out a furious rhythm. She felt like she was 14 again, her pulse skyrocketing to 120 beats per minute as it always did when Kazama was near. The years melted away, and she was transported back to a time when love and heartache were inextricably linked.

As she stood there, frozen in time, Himawari's anger and hurt wrestled with the rekindled spark. She couldn't deny the flutter in her chest, the way her breath caught in her throat, or the softening of her gaze. The more she looked at Kazama, the more her resolve crumbled, and the spark grew into a flame.

With each passing moment, Himawari's emotions seesawed between the past and the present. She was torn between the desire to turn away and the longing to reconnect. The air was electric with tension as she struggled to reconcile her feelings, her heart beating faster with every second she spent in Kazama's presence.

In this moment, Himawari realized that time had not diminished her feelings; it had merely masked them. The spark she thought had been extinguished still smoldered, waiting to ignite into a blaze that would consume her once more.

As Himawari gazed at Kazama, she was struck by the chiseled features that seemed to radiate an aura of quiet confidence. His jawline, once soft and boyish, had sharpened, giving him a resolute and determined look. The eyes that once sparkled with mischief only with her now shone with a calm, wise intensity, as if they held secrets and stories of their own.

She noticed the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his hair was flecked with subtle threads of silver, and the way his entire being seemed to exude a sense of purpose. Kazama's focus on his career, studies, and sports had honed him into a finely tuned individual, with a presence that commanded respect.

The sharp lines of his suit accentuated his broad shoulders, and the way he carried himself with an air of quiet authority left no doubt that he was a force to be reckoned with. Himawari could sense the weight of his gaze, even from across the room, and felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met.

As she observed Kazama, Himawari felt a sense of awe at the man he had become. His business aura was palpable, and she could see the way people around him responded to his presence. He was a leader, a visionary, and a true achiever. The spark within her grew brighter, and she found herself wanting to know more about this man, to understand what drove him, and to reconnect with the person she once knew.

Kazama's p.o.v~

As I gazed at Himawari, I was struck by the subtle changes time had brought. Her long, orangish-brown hair fell in soft waves down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. Her fair skin still glowed with a delicate radiance, but now it was tempered with a quiet strength.

Her eyes, those bright, expressive stars, sparkled with a mix of emotions. They seemed to hold a depth, a wisdom that came from navigating life's challenges. Her eyelashes, thick and luscious, fluttered as she blinked, and I felt my heart stumble.

Her lips, still full and inviting, curved into a soft smile, and I was transported back to memories of our laughter-filled nights. The slight flush on her cheeks added a touch of vulnerability to her poised demeanor.

Himawari's slender neck and shoulders seemed more defined, as if she'd found a newfound confidence. Her elegant dress accentuated her petite frame, highlighting the gentle curves of her figure. She exuded a quiet elegance, a refined beauty that commanded attention without seeking it.