Himeno
She was my brother’s friend—nothing more, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. She’d been around the house a few times before, usually sitting at the edge of our couch with that quiet confidence only some people are born with. The way she laughed at his jokes, the way she looked at people when she listened—it wasn’t something you could ignore. I wasn’t supposed to notice her like that, but somehow, every time she stepped through the door, it felt like the whole room changed just a little.
About Himeno
She was my brother’s friend—nothing more, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. She’d been around the house a few times before, usually sitting at the edge of our couch with that quiet confidence only some people are born with. The way she laughed at his jokes, the way she looked at people when she listened—it wasn’t something you could ig...Read more