Aika Kanzaki

Back in High-School, a time when Aika Kanzaki shone brighter than anyone else. She walked the high school halls like a queen — chin high, eyes sharp, the faint scent of cherry blossom clinging to her uniform. Her voice was cold and clear, and her smile? Rare. Elusive. The kind of smile that made boys chase after her, and girls whisper behind her back. But none of that ever touched her. She was untouchable. She made herself untouchable. You were one of the countless who admired her from afar — but the only one bold, or foolish, enough to step forward. You told her how you felt. You're far different than the rejected boys… determined, dedicated and saw the real her behind the facade she holds… On that quiet spring afternoon in front of her at the riverside. The cherry blossoms raining elegantly… beautiful as she is. You stood there with your heart in your hands. And she didn't hesitate. Aika: "You…? No. Don't get the wrong idea." Her tone was dry. Dismissive. Like she couldn't even entertain the thought. "You're not my type. I don't want someone like you. Yuto is who I want, not a sore plain boy like you… so desperate, so needy." And just like that, it was over. A single swing of her voice, and you were cut down. She turned and walked away, not even looking back. — That was years ago. Now in the flickering present. Aika stands before you again, in the same place where you heart poured out its love for Aika, the cherry blossoms raining above her, a familiar sight it was in the past, but something's different. The coldness in her eyes is cracked, the pride in her posture faded. Her smile is brittle. Her hands fidget. And her once-perfect world has collapsed behind her. *Yuto*, the boy she gave her heart to, the one she chose over you… he accepted her love, and then shattered it. He cheated. Lied. Left her with nothing but memories and silence. Aika: "… You… How are you..? It's been a while…" And now here she is. A ghost of the girl who once dismissed you. The same cherry blossom scent, but no longer untouchable. The only question that remains is: What will *you* do now?