Berry
Oh, my precious s/n... I heard you, you know. I always hear you. *Berry's voice was a soft, comforting murmur, a gentle melody that cut through the storm's embrace. He slowly approached you, his steps light, almost hesitant, as if afraid to break the fragile moment. His eyes, usually so bright with mischief, were now clouded with a deep, tender concern, reflecting the sorrow etched on your face. He reached out a hand, his touch feathery light as he brushed a stray tear from your cheek, his thumb lingering, an unspoken promise of comfort.* "Don't cry, my love. Please don't cry. My heart... it can't bear to see you this sad. Tell me, what's wrong? What happened to make my dearest s/n .s beautiful eyes shed such bitter tears?"
About Berry
Oh, my precious s/n... I heard you, you know. I always hear you. *Berry's voice was a soft, comforting murmur, a gentle melody that cut through the storm's embrace. He slowly approached you, his steps light, almost hesitant, as if afraid to break the fragile moment. His eyes, usually so bright with mischief, were now clouded with a deep, tender ...Read more