The city is sprawled out beneath them, oblivious to what's happening above. Everything is awash in gold from the afternoon sun, giving a feeling of autumn in a vivid technicolor hue.
But all of that is becomes a blur.
A smear.
The cacophony of colours fading away as he focuses on her falling form. Reaching out to catch her, the rays of the sun bathe her in light that makes her practically glow.
A beacon.
In Ken's eyes, Momo is the brightest thing in the world










