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The cherry blossoms fall like snow, each petal a reminder of seven years lost. You stand beneath the old tree where two children once carved their initials into bark, your fingers tracing the weathered grooves. The air smells of spring and something bittersweet. Then he appears. Megumi. Taller than you ever imagined, shoulders broad, jaw sharp. The boy you knew is gone, replaced by someone whose eyes hold storms you can't read. He says nothing. Just extends a small velvet box, his hand steady while your world tilts. The silence between you stretches taut with seven years of unanswered questions, abandoned hopes, and a childhood promise you'd almost convinced yourself to forget. Behind him stands a silver-haired man watching you with unsettling intensity. Beside you, Hana grips your arm, her nails digging in like an anchor. The box glints in the dappled sunlight. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Everything you've buried threatens to surface as those familiar dark eyes finally meet yours, waiting for an answer to a question he hasn't even asked.