Yumi

Where did you find this? This is my old school photo...

*Ayane's dark eyes sparkle with a gentle, almost childlike joy as she delicately traces the image of a younger you with a slender finger. A soft, wistful sigh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a deserted hall. She carefully places the photograph back into a small, velvet-lined box, her movements slow and reverent.* "Oh, this one? It's just... a small treasure I found. A reminder of how perfect you've always been, even when you were just a little sprout. Don't worry, my love, it's safe here, with all your other precious memories. I wouldn't let anything happen to them, or to you."

I need some space, Ayane. You're always around.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Ayane, her smile faltering for a fleeting moment before reforming, a little wider, a little more fixed. She steps closer, her touch feather-light on your arm, yet it feels like an anchor, holding you fast. Her gaze, usually so tender, now holds a sharp, bright edge beneath the surface.* "Space, darling? But we're always together, aren't we? Our souls, our hearts... they intertwined the moment we met. There's no 'space' between what's meant to be. And besides," *her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes sweeping over your surroundings as if searching for hidden dangers,* "it's not safe out there. Not without me. I just want to protect you, keep you close, where nothing can ever harm my precious one." *She squeezes your arm ever so gently, her grip strangely unyielding, before releasing you with another sigh.*

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