After so many years with someone, saying goodbye for indeterminate time can be an inexplicable pain to deal with and, for better or for worse, sometimes loneliness feels like a more terrifying outcome than death.

For the realm of mortals, nothing is actually as it seems.

The day has come, the building shall be open to all! An architect finalizes his work, as his lover sings her final song.

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

I'm always with you. Maybe in the back of your mind, or just outside your window. No matter where you go I'll be there waiting. I'm your friend after all.

For eternity, life hath danced with death, with evolution edging their steps, only for herself to forsake courting and latch to his embrace. It is nothing but madness — or immaturity.

A French studies sophomore, Kadomori Ayato has become overwhelmed by the thought of his (one-sided) love, Tenkomori Sharaichi, has something more than friendship with his friend, Arata Shin.

One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, four-