"China, China," he murmured and she gulped, shivering in his arms. She ducked down, ears burning and her face on fire as he stroked her hair. "You're safe here…"

"I, I can't sleep," she whispered, voice cracking. "It's so dark, it's so cold, stay with me, I don't want to be alone…"

"You won't be," he whispered back, lips brushing her ears. She shuddered, and he held her tighter.

Okita woke up clutching the umbrella.

A year has passed since she died.

A year has passed since he broke his promise.