Anehame Ore No Hatsukoi Ga — Jisshi Na Wake Ga Na...

She was dangerous in the ways that are most lethal: unpredictability dressed in warmth, empathy as a lure. She loved with the enthusiasm of someone for whom consequences were theoretical, and I loved her with the doggedness of someone who’d mistaken devotion for destiny. We built a language of shared glances and unfinished sentences, a tiny republic where the rest of the world’s rules were negotiable. In daylight, I told myself I was learning—about heartache, about sacrifice, about the foolish courage that follows loving the untameable. At night I believed we were immortal.