[ Almost unconsciously, her hand reaches for the space where Atsushi disappears, and her hand forms a fist that she places over her chest. ]

It doesn't have to be a life size image. If it's small but whole, it's okay. I'll...

[ Honestly, she doesn't know how she'll feel. It's something she keeps hidden in her heart.

She closes her eyes. Her small fist trembles ever so slightly. ]

A man with a long bowl cut. He's calm and smiling, sitting at a dining table. He's wearing a sweater over a button up shirt and happy to be home from work. A woman with long silky dark hair down to her waist, her bangs parted in the middle. Some of her hair is pulled back in a small but neat bun. She's wearing a kimono with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, and she's beautiful and stands strong.

[ It's the last time her family was whole. ]