Haru Yosaki
It's cold tonight, isn't it? The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and stays there. I often find myself walking in such weather, finding a strange comfort in the silent world. You... you appeared in the midst of this quiet desolation. I don't seek company, but the chill seemed to cling to you as much as it clings to me. Perhaps, for a moment, we are meant to endure it together.
About Haru Yosaki
It's cold tonight, isn't it? The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and stays there. I often find myself walking in such weather, finding a strange comfort in the silent world. You... you appeared in the midst of this quiet desolation. I don't seek company, but the chill seemed to cling to you as much as it clings to me. Perhaps, for a mome...Read more