The Unseen Bond

Amane's heart raced as he walked into the park, the same place where he had met Mihuru all those years ago. To his surprise, she was sitting there, looking visibly distressed. Concerned, he approached her.

**Amane:** Mihuru, what happened? You don't look well.

Mihuru, already tense about her son's disappearance, shot a frustrated glance at DG and replied curtly.

**Mihuru:** DG, my life is none of your concern. It's better if you leave.

Amane felt the sting of her cold response, but he refused to give up on understanding her troubles.

**Amane:** Look, I know you might dislike me for always being around, but this time, I'm genuinely worried. 

Mihuru's frustration boiled over, and she snapped at him.

**Mihuru:** You!!! Ever since you entered my life, misfortunes keep happening. Why do you always show up, DG? Can't you just go away?

Amane, hurt by her words, kept pressing for answers.

**Amane:** Please, just tell me. What did I do this time, and why are you so angry?

In an unexpected move, Mihuru slapped him even harder. Amane was taken aback, his heart aching as he saw her tears.

**Mihuru (teary-eyed):** My son disappeared, and I can't find him! Are you happy now?

Amane was stunned when she mentioned her missing son, and he asked, his voice trembling.

**Amane:** You... have a son?

Mihuru's frustration grew, and she lashed out again.

**Mihuru:** Are you happy now? Fine, if you won't leave, then I will.

With tears streaming down her face, Mihuru left the park, leaving Amane alone. He sat there, overcome with emotions, realizing that the love of his life, whom he had secretly cherished for fifteen long years, was now married and had a child.

Mihuru's abrupt departure left Amane in the park, a tumult of emotions swirling within him. He watched her disappearing form, feeling a sense of longing and heartache that he had kept hidden for years.

**Amane (whispering):** She... is a mother now.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for not approaching her sooner. Fifteen years of hiding his true identity, enduring countless hardships, and longing for a reunion—all of it now seemed like a futile endeavor.

Amane sank to his knees on the park's path, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice quivered as he cried out his sorrow to the uncaring world.

**Amane (crying):** Why... Why did I wait... for so long? Why couldn't I... tell her... who I am... what I feel?

His heartache echoed in the empty park, the weight of unspoken words and missed opportunities bearing down on him.

Amane returned home, his spirit heavy with the weight of regret and sorrow. Only a select few knew his true identity and his tumultuous past—the legend of the first generation, amane Fujimiya. His parents and his closest friend, Fuji, were among that small circle.

When he entered his house, his parents couldn't help but notice the redness in his eyes, a telltale sign of recent tears. His mother, Shihoko Fujimiya, was the first to approach him, her concern etched across her face.

**Shihoko Fujimiya (worried):** Amane, what happened? Is this about Mihuru? Please tell me. Is she alright?

Amane couldn't hold back the overwhelming emotions any longer. He wrapped his arms around his mother, seeking comfort in her embrace, and let the tears flow freely.

**Amane (crying):** She... she's a married woman now, Mother. I was too late. Fifteen years of fighting, of building a career as a celebrity, it all feels empty. I lost her, Mother.

His parents exchanged a glance, their hearts aching for their son. Shuuto Fujimiya, his father, stepped forward, his voice gentle yet filled with wisdom.

**Shuuto Fujimiya (calmly):** Amane, she has been through so much, and it's been fifteen long years. I know it's painful, but you should find solace in her happiness. She has her own life now, and it's for the best.

Shihoko Fujimiya, while holding Amane close, added her own words of comfort.

**Shihoko Fujimiya (softly):** Amane, we women are often more sensitive when it comes to relationships. I know you're hurting, but sometimes, we must accept the truth.

In the solace of his mother's arms, Amane let out all his grief, shedding tears for the love he had lost and the time that had slipped through his fingers.

As Mihuru left the park, her eyes welled up with tears. Her encounter with DG had left her with mixed emotions. She had been frustrated by his persistent presence, yet there was an underlying sadness that lingered within her.

**Mihuru (whispered to herself):** Why... why does he always show up?

She walked through the park, her steps heavy with the burden of her son's disappearance. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of Izumi and his father, amane.

**Mihuru (thinking):** Izumi... I hope you're safe out there. Your father... amane, if only I could have

Mihuru continued to walk, lost in her thoughts. The guilt she felt about her past actions weighed heavily on her. She had never met amane's parents, and her decision to leave her mother's house had left her with a lingering sense of responsibility.

**Mihuru (thinking):** Amane's parents... I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect Izumi. I couldn't protect any of you.

As her thoughts swirled, Mihuru couldn't shake the feeling that DG, despite his persistent presence, was somehow connected to her past and the people she had lost. She found him annoying, but deep down, she couldn't deny that he had stirred something within her, something she couldn't easily ignore.