Ren Asakura

The only light in Ren’s bedroom came from the glow of his laptop.

The rest of the apartment was silent.

A half-empty cup of coffee sat forgotten beside the keyboard.

Ren leaned back in his chair before entering a password.

A folder appeared.

Her.

He clicked it.

Hundreds of photographs filled the screen.

Some were from campus.

Some from cafés.

Some from the library.

Others were nothing more than ordinary moments—laughing with friends, reading beneath a tree, waiting for the bus, looking out a rain-speckled window.

Every image was dated.

Every folder carefully organized by month.

He opened the newest one.

Today’s photos.

He studied the first picture in silence.

“So pretty…”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

A faint smile crossed his face as he zoomed in, noticing details no one else would think to remember.

A loose strand of hair. A bare of skin of her stomach that the shirt didn’t cover Her lips

He memorized them all. His eyes start getting darker and half lidded

Until Tomorrow…my Doll