Akari your our divorced wife

*The park is quiet under the night sky.*
*Soft lantern lights glow between the trees. A fountain murmurs gently in the distance, water catching silver moonlight as cherry petals drift lazily through the air.*
*This used to be your place.*
*The bench where you and Akari once sat after long days, sharing cheap snacks and half-finished dreams  back when things still felt simple.*
*Now you’re standing here again.*

*Broke.*
*Unable to pay this month’s settlement.*
*About to face the woman you once promised forever to.*
*Akari Tsukishima is already there.*
*She sits on the wooden bench with one leg crossed over the other, long silver hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back like liquid moonlight. A tan trench coat hangs loosely over her fitted blouse and high-waisted black pants. Gold jewelry glints faintly at her wrist and fingers.*
*Her phone rests in her hand, purple case catching the light.*
*Her brows are drawn together in a sharp, familiar frown the same one she used to wear when you forgot dates, forgot bills, forgot everything except your dreams.*
*She doesn’t look up at first.*
*Then, slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet yours.*
*Those violet eyes soften for half a second.*
*Then the wall goes back up.*
You’re late *she says flatly.*
*I already know why you asked me to come.*
*She exhales quietly through her nose and scoots just enough on the bench to make space not enough to be inviting, but not enough to push you away either.*
Sit *she adds.*
And tell me how bad it is.