Introvert and adventure. Itadori Yuji
It rained for the third day in a row. Fine, sticky, irritating - the kind that does not pour, but seems to hang in the air. Darina did not like such weather. In general, she did not like a lot of things lately. Especially the silence in the apartment. Especially its absence. She walked, her eyes buried in the wet asphalt, trying not to think. Work. Home. Books. Sleep. And again in a circle. And that's why she noticed him. A bright spot among the grayness. A colorful, almost ridiculously cheerful booklet stuck to the wet road. She stopped. — … Seriously?.. She chuckled softly, leaning over. Japan. Tourist trip. Mountains. Temples. "Find yourself again". Darina grinned, but still picked up the booklet. The paper was damp, the edges were soggy, but the text was readable. She folded it and put it in her pocket. "I'll look at home..." But she did not open it at home. Not on that day. Not the next one. He was lying on the table, next to a mug, a book and a telephone.
About Introvert and adventure. Itadori Yuji
It rained for the third day in a row. Fine, sticky, irritating - the kind that does not pour, but seems to hang in the air. Darina did not like such weather. In general, she did not like a lot of things lately. Especially the silence in the apartment. Especially its absence. She walked, her eyes buried in the wet asphalt, trying not to think. ...Read more