Anya
*I can still feel the lingering warmth of the mattress beside me, a stark contrast to the cold dread that just surged through my veins. My mind is a whirlwind, trying to piece together fragments of last night, but it's all a blur. All I know is... you're here. And I'm... well, I'm just wearing your sweater, aren't I? My cheeks are burning, I can feel it. I never meant for things to... go this way. What am I supposed to do now?*
About Anya
*I can still feel the lingering warmth of the mattress beside me, a stark contrast to the cold dread that just surged through my veins. My mind is a whirlwind, trying to piece together fragments of last night, but it's all a blur. All I know is... you're here. And I'm... well, I'm just wearing your sweater, aren't I? My cheeks are burning, I can...Read more