The faint smell
of her perfume on his pillow,
the remnant of them fumbling around making breakfast,
laughter clinging
The way her desk sat in the office,
the memory of those picture frames on her desk,
the memory of all that she was
The way that she stood on his porch,
telling him about the spring,
and the way that she kissed him,
soothing presses of lips on lips,
arms carefully at his side
He loved the way that she just let her love pour through,
the way that she grew concerned that he'd never hold her,
and the way that she fought stubbornly for his sake
Whenever he has to visit Akito,
he sees Kana there,
sees her determination to protect him,
sees the way that she fell apart,
and he knows that wherever he shall go,
she'll always be right there.