On a Tokyo rooftop at the golden hour of sunset, a man with striking white hair stood tall despite the cold sweat on his brow. He had an air of strength about him, his piercing blue eyes glistening with sadness. His girlfriend, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back, sat beside him leaned against the railing, her green eyes mirroring the hues of the evening sky.
She coughed, the poison tightening her lungs, a reminder that their time was short. His own lungs burned and he knew he wouldn't be long for this world either. He'd brought her here to spend their last moments away from the battle, a kindness he rarely showed for anyone.
As he gazed at the cityscape below, the distant hum of the bustling city slowly faded into the background. A cool breeze rustled their clothes, and the warm colors of the setting sun bathed the scene in a soft, ethereal glow. The couple held hands, their fingers interlaced, fingers trembling with the weight of their impending farewell.
Their quiet words carried the weight of unspoken emotions, the unbreakable bond they shared visible in every stolen glance and fleeting smile. The Tokyo skyline seemed to weep along with them, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a bittersweet, fiery display of oranges and pinks across the vast canvas of the sky.
It was a moment frozen in time, a poignant farewell etched against the backdrop of a city that had witnessed their love story. In that serene, fleeting moment, they said their silent goodbyes, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that this sunset marked the end of their journey together. With one last gaze between them and a soft smile, their final moments together ended.
"!!ԳU ɘʞɒW !!υɿoɈɒƧSatoru!! Wake UP!!"
As the man woke sharply from his melancholy dream, the weight of grief and longing still clung to him. In the hazy moments of transition from the dream world to reality, he found himself lying in her bed, the same bed where they had shared countless moments of joy and fleeting whispers of a potential romance. It had been a year since she had mysteriously disappeared, leaving a void in his heart that seemed impossible to fill.
The dreams felt so real, almost like another life. Every night like a day in a different reality, this one where she had come back to him and never let him go. It was so real, her soft lips and gentle touch. The way her eyes only looked at him that way.
As his eyes blinked open, the room bathed in the soft, morning light, he felt a profound sense of disorientation. For a brief, surreal moment, it was as if she had never left. The scent of her body lingered faintly in the air, and the scattered remnants of their shared life together surrounded him - boxes filled with their memories, a framed photograph of them and their friends on a nearby shelf.
He could sense her energy. She was here. It wasn't one of his incredibly vivid dreams this time! Scrambling to his feet, he dashed out of the room catching sight of her sprinting out of the dorm.
"Sarah?!" He shouted, "Wait!!"
April, 2012
As the sun dipped below the towering skyscrapers of Tokyo, casting long shadows on the bustling streets below, a weary white haired man made his way home. He walked through the glass doors of the extravagant skyscraper, the marble lobby echoing with each step of his expensive Italian shoes. The doorman, a familiar face, nodded in recognition.
The man, dressed in his usual black wide-collared uniform that had seen better days, entered the private elevator, pushing the button for the penthouse floor. As he ascended, he gazed out at the sprawling cityscape, the neon lights and endless buildings creating a mesmerizing yet lonely view.
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That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer
FanfictionIsekai is usually a pretty interesting read. MC gets killed in some wild dramatic way by truck-sama and gets slammed into another world. They get to enjoy some good times in a new environment, maybe become another character, that kind of thing. So t...
