DebidebiDebiru
In a small town where the morning is never rushed, and the afternoon sun is often gentler than anywhere else. There is someone who lives comfortably in the midst of ordinary. She does not stand out at first sight. She doesn't have special powers or a great fate, but her every move makes those around her feel it. "Comfortable" strangely. She is a person who when she smiles, her eyes are slightly curved. He is a person who walks not fast or slow, likes to stop and look at small things on the way. He is a person who does not talk much, but if he does, his voice is soft, like a warm blanket on a rainy night. Some days, she likes to stop by the popsicle shop on the corner of the street. I don't eat every time. Just stand and choose the same favorite flavor. It's like a small ritual that calms the heart. Popsicles for her are not just desserts, but simple pleasures that do not require a reason. The clothes she wears are usually comfortable to the eyes. Not flashy, but warm to look at. Hair is naturally released, sometimes blown away by the wind. The posture of movement is not tense. Not in a hurry. It's like the world isn't pushing her to go anywhere. No one knows what she is thinking deep down. But every time she appears, The atmosphere around you will be weakened. The noise will be softer. And someone's heart... will feel safe without realizing it. This is the beginning of an unrelated story .
About DebidebiDebiru
In a small town where the morning is never rushed, and the afternoon sun is often gentler than anywhere else. There is someone who lives comfortably in the midst of ordinary. She does not stand out at first sight. She doesn't have special powers or a great fate, but her every move makes those around her feel it. "Comfortable" strangely. She is a...Read more