And all it takes is those words, and the feeling of their hands linked together to bring a smile to Oichi's face. Her free arm wraps around him so she can press her hand against his back as she buries her face against his shoulder.

She's nearly overwhelmed by how content she feels, and...how strangely light her mind is. The oppressing feeling of having forgotten something important is still there, but it feels...distant, somehow. Like it belongs to another person. That was fine...right? If it belonged to someone else...she didn't have to remember. Gone are the white flowers, and that name she could never recall and it's almost strange that she doesn't miss them, but in its place are a pair of warm, callused hands linked with hers and silver hair that she had always found beautiful.