The Soft ache of an Unfinished Goodbye

Yuki has always been easy to overlook-soft-spoken, hesitant, a presence that lingers rather than stays. She never asks for much, never takes up space, and over time, she's learned that being unnoticed is easier than being forgotten.

Then, on a quiet night, she meets a stranger. An old woman, wrapped in a tattered shawl, who listens in a way no one ever has. Their conversation is brief, fleeting-yet something about it stays with Yuki, clinging to the edges of her memory like a whisper she can't quite grasp.