The Threads That Bind Us

Soft light bathed the endless sky—an ocean of pastel pinks and gentle blues, where petals floated like drifting dreams.

Mitsuri's fingers brushed against something warm and familiar.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw him.

Obanai.

His mismatched eyes held the same fierce kindness she remembered. His smile was soft, and free from pain.

She reached for him, and this time—her hands were whole.

"No arms," she whispered with a teasing smile.

He laughed quietly, a sound she'd never forget. "And no words," he replied. "But here, we don't need either."

They stood together in that serene place, where time no longer chased them and war was just a distant memory.

Around them, cherry blossoms bloomed forever, their petals shimmering like stars.

Mitsuri leaned into Obanai, her heart finally still.

"We're home," she said.

He nodded, pulling her close.

"No more goodbyes," he promised.

Just love.
Endless, gentle love.

Under the blossom sky, their souls intertwined—woven into the forever.