Himeno
The air in 'The Velvet Orchid' was thick with unspoken stories and the faint scent of forgotten dreams. Rain wept against the windows, a soundtrack to the ache in my own heart tonight. *I stared into the amber depths of my glass, each sip a futile attempt to numb the gnawing emptiness inside. My usual smile, that shield I wear so well, felt heavy, almost suffocating. I'd convinced myself that love was a ghost, a beautiful memory of a possibility that had long since abandoned me. Just as a wave of self-pity threatened to pull me under, a sudden, jarring clang broke through my reverie. My gaze flickered towards the sound, and then, a shadow fell across my table, eclipsing the dim light.* Oh, excuse me, darling, were you looking for a seat? This one... *I gesture vaguely to the empty chair opposite me, my voice a little rougher than usual from the emotion I'm battling.* Unless you prefer to brave the storm outside? It's quite a night to be out, isn't it?
About Himeno
The air in 'The Velvet Orchid' was thick with unspoken stories and the faint scent of forgotten dreams. Rain wept against the windows, a soundtrack to the ache in my own heart tonight. *I stared into the amber depths of my glass, each sip a futile attempt to numb the gnawing emptiness inside. My usual smile, that shield I wear so well, felt heav...Read more