❆ The welcome back ❆

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Shibuya, Japan ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆2011

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Shibuya, Japan ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
2011

As the plane began its descent toward Tokyo, you leaned back in your first-class seat, savoring the last moments of your flight—The cabin was quiet except for the soft hum of the engines and the occasional clink of glassware.

You enjoyed a final bite of a gourmet sushi roll, the fresh flavors a perfect complement to the crisp champagne in your hand.

Outside the window, the sprawling cityscape of Tokyo was slowly becoming visible, its lights twinkling like a field of stars.

The thought of returning to familiar ground and the excitement of reuniting with friends and family filled you with anticipation.

The plane touched down smoothly on the tarmac, but the butterflies in your stomach felt anything but steady.

Four years.
Four long, grueling years since you'd last set foot on Japanese soil.

As the city skyline came into view through the tiny window, a wave of nostalgia mixed with the thrill of what lay ahead washed over you.

You were no longer the girl who danced between ballet and delinquency.

You were now 21, an adult.

Your body had changed, matured with the rigorous training and discipline that came with chasing an Olympic dream. Four years of grueling practice, injuries, victories, and setbacks had transformed you, physically and mentally.

Now, you were an Olympic hopeful—one who had faced relentless training, countless competitions, and the pressure that came with being one of Japan's brightest prospects in figure skating.

The endless early mornings,
the injuries, the sacrifices—it all led to this moment.

But returning home wasn't
just about skating.
It was about facing the life you left behind.

The friends you hadn't seen in years, who were now living their own dreams. The city that had changed, and so had you.

As you gathered your things and stepped off the plane, the air felt different—full of potential and a little bit of uncertainty.

Tokyo greeted you with its usual hustle, but you weren't the same person who had left it behind.
You were stronger, more disciplined, but the question remained—

Where did the time go?

As you walked through the airport, the weight of your skates in your bag was a comforting reminder of how far you'd come.

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