At Nanu Oya Station, the final train stopped. Ren stepped into thick mist and silence, feeling the end of a long search settle over him. He sat on a bench, exhausted, empty, accepting what he couldn’t find.

A warm cup of coffee appeared in front of him.

He looked up. A girl stood there—long dark hair in the wind, gentle eyes, the same smile he had been chasing for years.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Ren asked, “What’s your name?”

She wrote in a small notebook: “What name would you give me?”

He smiled. “Himawari.”

“Why?” she asked.

He looked at the misted hills and said, “Because when I lost every light, you still found me like a sunflower searching for the sun.”

And in that quiet station, they finally met. 🌻