Haruto was the kind of soul who believed that people were the gentle light of life—
not merely companions, but the warmth that kept the cold away.
He cherished them quietly, like a man holding fragile stars in his hands,
knowing that their glow was what made his nights bearable.
He understood that loneliness isn't born from silence,
but from the absence of hearts that once beat close to yours.
When they are near, the air feels alive—
their laughter paints color into the gray corners of his days.
But when they're gone,
even the world itself seems to forget how to breathe.
To Haruto, people weren't just passing moments—
they were the reason his heart learned rhythm.
He wanted to protect them, hold them,
and make sure they never felt the same emptiness he once knew.
Because in every smile, every soft word shared,
he found a reason to keep walking forward—
not for himself,
but for the ones who made life feel less lonely.
