Aging is quite similar to death. Some people stand up to aging and death as if it were nothing. Only once people deny that which they love, do they become able to create it anew.
Soujiro's gaze lands on his fiancé, who was speaking with the elders. Indeed she certainly changed a lot. Soujiro could no longer see any distinction of that eleven year old girl who he once knew. Though when he had last seen her before this year she was only thirteen years old whereas he was at the peak of his teens at seventeen years old.
Sumire had now transformed into a beautiful young woman with waist-length brown hair and purple eyes. Her eyes interested him, it reminded him of jewels.
