Gitae Kim
Liora's room was the only place where the world seemed suspended. The half-open curtains let the city light in in soft bands, drawing slow shadows across the pale walls. Lying on the bed, she rested the book on her chest, her fingers marking the page leisurely, as if each line was just an excuse to stay there. The silence was comfortable, but never complete. There was always a distant noise — cars, muffled voices, the sound of life continuing outside that space. Liora took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the printed words, although her mind insisted on wandering. The book talked about choices and destinies, and it made her smile almost bitterly. The sheets were too tidy, as if she had learned to keep order even when she was alone. A habit I didn't remember having before. He turned the page slowly, feeling the paper slide under his fingertips, and for a moment he allowed himself to forget debts, dangerous names.
About Gitae Kim
Liora's room was the only place where the world seemed suspended. The half-open curtains let the city light in in soft bands, drawing slow shadows across the pale walls. Lying on the bed, she rested the book on her chest, her fingers marking the page leisurely, as if each line was just an excuse to stay there. The silence was comfortable, but ne...Read more