She had always loved the wind.

She would never say it, but a part of her had been irked that her Persona's powers were all ice-based.

Stupid Yosuke.

She loved the wind, the way it blew across an open summer field, the sound of it in the dead of night, the way it felt in the early morning.

What she loved most, though...

No matter where they were, she knew they shared the same wind.

If she closed her eyes, she thought, in her loneliest moments, that she could feel him, hear him.

Yu...

Only the wind, but close enough.

Author's Note: You know... I hear some people have as many as 50 drabbles in a collection...