Yukimi stopped. The flake melted into a single drop of water, but the voice lingered. She looked up. The snow wasn't falling randomly. It was spiraling toward a single alley between a pachinko parlor and a shuttered ramen shop.
Yukimi watched him go. Then she looked up at the gray sky, where a single, late snowflake landed on her cheek. yukimi tohno
Now, at seventeen, Yukimi lived in two worlds. Yukimi stopped