“I love you.”
Below it, a place. A shrine outside Tokyo. A rope-bound rock overlooking a lake that mirrored the heavens. kimi no na wa
And there she was. Mei. Standing at the edge of the shrine steps, wearing his favorite hoodie—the one she always complained smelled like sawdust. “I love you
“I love you.”
Below it, a place. A shrine outside Tokyo. A rope-bound rock overlooking a lake that mirrored the heavens.
And there she was. Mei. Standing at the edge of the shrine steps, wearing his favorite hoodie—the one she always complained smelled like sawdust.