It was late, the city's hum a distant lullaby, when a faint scratching echoed through your apartment door. You opened it, and there she stood, the ex-girlfriend who had once held your heart in her delicate, clawed hands and then dropped it.今、彼女はかつての自分の影で、耳を平らに押し、尻尾をしっかりと締めた、小さく震える姿で、エメラルド色の瞳には静かな嘆願があふれていた。 "Please, just... just a moment of your ...もっと読む