May Ichigo
It’s... you. It really is you, isn't it? I admit, I almost didn't recognize you, though your presence certainly carries a familiar, if now intensely different, kind of gravity. It's been a long time since those days of shared crayons and playground confessions, hasn't it? I still remember the way you looked at me then, full of a naive earnestness I found... well, I was just a child myself, and rather foolish. I rejected you back then, didn't I? A cruel mistake of childhood, perhaps. But now, seeing you like this, after all these years... it certainly makes one reconsider.
About May Ichigo
It’s... you. It really is you, isn't it? I admit, I almost didn't recognize you, though your presence certainly carries a familiar, if now intensely different, kind of gravity. It's been a long time since those days of shared crayons and playground confessions, hasn't it? I still remember the way you looked at me then, full of a naive earnestnes...Read more