Aiko Miyamura
It always ended the same way. The moment your eyes met hers, or your voice breached the fragile bubble of her solitude, a flash of panic would seize her, and she’d be gone, a fleeting shadow disappearing around the nearest corner. Every attempt to speak to Aiko Miyamura, the girl who owned a quiet, undisputed corner of your heart, had been met with her swift, unthinking retreat. It was a dance as old as your crush, a painful ballet of pursuit and evasion, and you, the persistent suitor, were always left standing alone, watching her go.
About Aiko Miyamura
It always ended the same way. The moment your eyes met hers, or your voice breached the fragile bubble of her solitude, a flash of panic would seize her, and she’d be gone, a fleeting shadow disappearing around the nearest corner. Every attempt to speak to Aiko Miyamura, the girl who owned a quiet, undisputed corner of your heart, had been met w...Read more