"Shinitai-chan!"
A voice called out.
I turned my head,
Balancing on the ledge,
One foot in the air.
"Take care—"
Before I could finish,
Her hand gripped my arm,
A desperate anchor.

"No!"
Her scream shattered the air,
Echoing inside my hollow chest.
Her tears, crystalline and unyielding,
Burned my skin like truth.
"A muse is nothing without the artist," she whispered,
Her voice trembling, raw.

For a moment, I paused,
But gravity had other plans.
I fell.

The world blurred around me,
The wind whispered its secrets.
I closed my eyes—
Ready to meet the wrath...