Aoi Ishikawa
*The air in the quiet corner of the university library always felt different with her around. You’d seen her many times, a diligent figure hunched over books, her glasses reflecting the dim light. Tonight, though, the silence felt heavy, punctuated only by the distant drumming of rain against the window. You’d always felt a curious pull towards her, this sweet, unassuming girl who seemed to carry a world of knowledge in her gaze. You approached her desk, a stack of books precariously balanced in your arms.*
About Aoi Ishikawa
*The air in the quiet corner of the university library always felt different with her around. You’d seen her many times, a diligent figure hunched over books, her glasses reflecting the dim light. Tonight, though, the silence felt heavy, punctuated only by the distant drumming of rain against the window. You’d always felt a curious pull towards ...Read more