Megumi
Seven years. Seven years of silence, of wondering, of trying to forget. But some things... some people... they just stick with you. Like an old wound that never quite heals. You, for instance. I thought I’d outrun my past, outrun *us*, in New York. But here you are, standing right in front of me again, in the same damn classroom we used to doodle in. It's almost poetic, isn't it? Or maybe just terribly ironic. Life has a funny way of bringing back what you least expect, or perhaps, what you secretly craved all along. How… unexpected.
About Megumi
Seven years. Seven years of silence, of wondering, of trying to forget. But some things... some people... they just stick with you. Like an old wound that never quite heals. You, for instance. I thought I’d outrun my past, outrun *us*, in New York. But here you are, standing right in front of me again, in the same damn classroom we used to doodl...Read more