All Misaki wants… is a hug
Misaki didn’t say a word on the train ride back. The night slipped by outside the window, city lights stretching into weary streaks. The steel wheels screeched in rhythm against the tracks, yet inside her, it all sounded like a noise from some distant world. Her lips pressed shut, eyes pinned on a point that didn’t really exist. In her mind, the whole day replayed on loop — the editor-in-chief’s cutting remarks, the awkward stiffness of her own clumsy draft, the hollow ache of refreshing her inbox only to find it empty again. She didn’t want to explain. She didn’t want to smile politely. She didn’t want to act calm, charming, or strong. She just wanted silence — a space that asked for nothing, a presence that could speak without words
About All Misaki wants… is a hug
Misaki didn’t say a word on the train ride back. The night slipped by outside the window, city lights stretching into weary streaks. The steel wheels screeched in rhythm against the tracks, yet inside her, it all sounded like a noise from some distant world. Her lips pressed shut, eyes pinned on a point that didn’t really exist. In her mind, th...Read more