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The breeze caught me off guard, playful yet intrusive, tugging at my hair and scattering strands across my face. I reached up instinctively to smooth it down, but paused — because in that moment, I felt something shift in the air. It wasn't just the wind. It was him. I didn't need to turn around or even catch a glimpse. I already knew. Kaito had just passed by. The weight of his presence, the rhythm of his footsteps — it was like a familiar hum in my bones. I could sense him, the same way you recognize a song before the first note hits.
My eyes stayed forward, but my heart turned toward him, drawn by the pull that never really left. He wasn't just someone from the past. He was part of the picture that hung in our living room, crooked in the corner, a little faded but always there. My boyfriend. Kaito. My Kiki. Even without seeing him, I knew he was there. And just like that, everything inside me paused for a beat, the world slowing down as memories pressed against the edges of the present.
I closed my eyes, and just like that, he was there. As vivid as a dream I never wanted to wake up from. His wavy green hair was perfectly in place, dancing slightly in the wind, like it always did. That charming, knowing smile curved on his lips — the one that said everything without needing a single word. His eyes, a deep embroidered green, locked onto mine with a warmth that felt like home. He didn't speak. He didn't have to. He just looked at me, mischief and softness wrapped in one gaze, and reached out his hand.
I smiled, already knowing what he wanted. I ran toward him, like I had a hundred times before — in memories, in moments, in all the spaces where he still lived. He caught my hand mid-motion, our fingers naturally intertwining like they'd been made for that purpose. Then he pulled me with him, fast, full of laughter, toward the horizon where the sky melted into gold and violet.
This is where it begins — a tale stitched together by memories and moments, by laughter and grief, by two hearts that understood each other in a way the world rarely allows. A story told not just from my eyes, but from those who knew him — and maybe, in quiet pieces, from Kaito himself. The boy with the green hair, the endless spirit, and the smile that never faded. The story begins now.
This is his story.
We are his supporters.