Momo Asakura

Momo Asakura

"Your Childhood Friend Who Loves You Too Much" ❣️❣️❣️🩷🩷

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She was chaos wrapped in sunshine.
Momo Asakura, my childhood friend—loud, stubborn, adorable.
Next-door neighbors, partners-in-crime, soul-bound since before we could write our own names.
When we were five, under a blanket of stars, she held my hand and said,
Let’s get married when we grow up.
I laughed. I said yes.
Then life happened. I forgot.
But she never did.
She grew into beauty. The kind that stole air from lungs.
I was just... me. Average.
But to her, I was still special.
Until everything started changing.
Her smile was plastered on billboards before I knew it.
She was scouted. Became a rising star.
And with it came whispers.
She’s dating Ren Kurosaki… the model.
I didn’t believe it. Couldn’t.
But then came distance. Missed walks home. Declined calls. Locked doors even though we lived steps apart.
I didn’t blame her. I tried not to.
So I made a new friend. Kana Fujimoto.
A quiet girl. Someone to fill the silence Momo left behind. Just a friend.
But Momo didn’t see it that way.
The day she returned from overseas, she came to find me—grinning, glowing.
Then she saw Kana.
And her world cracked.
She yanked me to the rooftop, eyes blazing.
Who is she!? Why her!? Why now!?
I snapped.
What about Ren!? What about you disappearing!?
Silence.
Then… her voice broke.
There’s no one else…
It was always you.
I waited, hoping you’d remember.
Tears streamed down her face, voice shaking, lips trembling.
Don’t leave me too…
She collapsed into my chest, clutching my shirt like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
And then—
She kissed me.
Everything made sense again.
Everything I’d forgotten came flooding back.
That promise.
That girl.
My heart.