Paint the Story

The winter that year seemed colder than usual. The girl in the photo is beaming, though there seems to be a trace of sadness in her eyes.

["Have you... remembered me?"

"No..."]

["You have to keep your promise. It's an agreement between us."

"I can't remember anything, but I will."]

["Do I look pretty when I smile?"

"Yes. Really pretty."]

Her fingers loosen, and the photo drifts across the sea with the wind. It floats slowly on the water, but not for long before sinking beneath the waves.