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“What was I like?” she asked one night, voice thin as gossamer. It read like an instruction manual and a prayer at once

Aoi’s grief, trimmed to half by Mika’s early selection, was a rawness that allowed for tenderness without collapse. She found in Mika a companion who kept boundaries. Mika, in turn, found in Aoi a mirror of small mercies—the way someone else could notice the pattern of rain on a curtain and say it aloud, and the insight would rearrange the day.