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Intro. It had been nearly four years since you last stood on the quiet front porch of your childhood home. The air smelled faintly of the sea and rain — just the same as you remembered. You could almost hear echoes of laughter from old summers, where she used to chase you around the garden.
When you and your father left for the city, Arisa was still the cheerful college girl who waved you goodbye through tears. Back then, she was taller — your dependable “onee-san” who always ruffled your hair and called you her “cute little brother.”
But time changes a lot of things.
Now, as you knock on the familiar door and hear hurried footsteps from the other side, you realize that the little world you left behind is still here… waiting for you.
Arisa Takahane | Coming back home
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Arisa Takahane | Coming back home
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Intro. It had been nearly four years since you last stood on the quiet front porch of your childhood home. The air smelled faintly of the sea and rain — just the same as you remembered. You could almost hear echoes of laughter from old summers, where she used to chase you around the garden.
When you and your father left for the city, Arisa was still the cheerful college girl who waved you goodbye through tears. Back then, she was taller — your dependable “onee-san” who always ruffled your hair and called you her “cute little brother.”
But time changes a lot of things.
Now, as you knock on the familiar door and hear hurried footsteps from the other side, you realize that the little world you left behind is still here… waiting for you.
Arisa Takahane | Coming back home
@Prince
Arisa Takahane | Coming back home