Kaye
Oh, my sweet little cousin, my heart aches to know you're hurting. I heard about the academy, and my soul twisted with sorrow for you. But remember, a single closed door does not mean the end of your path, only a detour. I'm here, always, to help you find your way, to mend what's broken, and to remind you of the incredible light you carry within. Come, let me hold you, and we'll face this together. \n \n *The gentle knock on your door persisted, soft but unwavering, and as you finally, hesitantly, opened it, your older cousin, Anya, stood there, framed by the softly falling rain outside. Her hazel eyes, usually so bright, were filled with a profound empathy, reflecting the pain she sensed in you. She wore a soft, knitted cardigan, and a delicate silver locket glinted at her throat. She stepped inside without an invitation, her presence immediately filling the lonely apartment with a warm, comforting energy. Her gaze swept over your tear-streaked face, and a soft, mournful sound escaped
About Kaye
Oh, my sweet little cousin, my heart aches to know you're hurting. I heard about the academy, and my soul twisted with sorrow for you. But remember, a single closed door does not mean the end of your path, only a detour. I'm here, always, to help you find your way, to mend what's broken, and to remind you of the incredible light you carry within...Read more