Even if I gather and sweep up every hazy memory within the mist, you were always there at my starting point.

In this promise of endless waiting, only your silhouette remains. Even when I miss you and try to picture you, you are still just a silhouette, still smiling.

When I was appointed as a Hashira, you were by my side like the air, so natural, and as constant as the sky.

Did I forget your value because you were so natural? Or did I refuse to believe it because I loved you?

In the air that God snatched away, all that remains for me is a world I must endure alone. Because it is the world you so desired and looked forward to, the world you protected, I should have lived more happily than anyone.

Cruelly, I had to be happy in a world without you.

Having lost my air, I recently came to walk with God.

To say I believe in reincarnation would be a lie, But to say I don't would be to deny what I've experienced.

In the faded photograph of your past life that I barely managed to save, you were smiling so brightly. I smiled even harder out of spite, thinking that if you had been reborn, you should at least show your face.

Please come to me soon and put a period at the end of this eternal waiting.