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Yuichiro remembered meeting her for the first time. He remembered how her black hair shined when it caught the sunlight. He remembered how fire sparkled in her expressive violet eyes. He remembered the tone of her voice when she stood up for him against her grandpa. He remembered how tense the muscles in her back had gotten when she was arguing with Usagi. He remembered how soft her lips felt against his cheek.
He remembered many things, like their first date, their first real kiss, the first time she said 'I love you,' the first night they spent together making love, and the way her milky skin had felt under his callous fingers.
Above all, though, he remembered how much it killed him when she said goodbye.