Just wandered down this street, and the vibe? Pure magic. 🌞✨ The bow? The dress? The neon signs? I’m already planning my next visit.

“The Last Glimpse”

First-person POV — I am the one who turned to look.

They said it was just another street corner.

Just another day on the neon-lit alley of Tokyo’s old district… where every flickering sign is a whisper from someone else’s past. Where every candy machine hums with forgotten promises, and every yellow lantern glows like an eye watching me.

But they didn’t know what they were looking at. Not really.

Because that black bow? That wasn't decoration—it was armor. And my polka-dot dress? It was camouflage for something far more fragile than any costume or fantasy.

And now?

Now I’m here—not as some tourist snapping selfies under paper umbrellas—but as if time itself had paused so I could be seen... by him.

He saw me first when he walked into view down the narrow lane between two stalls selling yakitori skewers and lucky charms made out of plastic clay figures shaped like cats. He looked up—and there she stood: hair cascading over shoulders tied back behind her ear; eyes darkened by too much makeup (and maybe tears), lips painted crimson even though no one dared say anything about how sad I looked.

“I’ll wait,” I whispered aloud without knowing why—or whether anyone heard—

Then came footsteps again—the same ones walking toward us slowly across pavement dusted gold sunlight dappled through leaves overhead while vendors shouted orders loudly enough to drown out conversations among strangers passing each other quickly along these streets lined with vending machines full of snacks you can buy anywhere but don’t ever actually eat because nobody wants them anymore except those lonely girls waiting around corners hoping their dreams might come true someday soon...

That man stepped closer still—he leaned forward slightly before finally stopping beside me after taking off his cap completely visible beneath bright fluorescent lights reflecting off windows nearby shops closed today due to lack of customers since last weekend crowds flooded downtown malls during summer festival season!

“You’re not supposed to be alone.”

His voice broke gently against silence surrounding both our bodies standing apart despite being inches away emotionally speaking.

“No?” My reply dripped quietly inside ears ringing louder than thunderclaps echoing faintly outside walls enclosing entire buildings filled only noiseless chatter coming from somewhere deep within city core hidden below ground floors guarded fiercely by security guards patrolling daily routes checking suspicious activity occurring constantly throughout night shifts…