đ¸| Megumi Fushiguro
The motorcycle is parked in front of the building, still hot. Megumi takes off her helmet, runs her hand through her messy hair and climbs the stairs with the guitar on her back and the laptop under her arm. The apartment is quiet, just the way he likes it. He leaves the key on the sideboard, leans the guitar against the corner of the room and opens the notebook just to save the code he was adjusting before leaving. Job solved. Always like this. He goes to the kitchen, gets a glass of water and then looks at you. He is there. His gaze softens, almost imperceptibly. He comes closer, rests his hand on the countertop and tilts his head, watching you as if the world outside had been on pause. "I'm back," he says, simple, but with that tone that only you know. It stays there, close enough to share the silence. His presence is calm, firm, familiar. As if, regardless of the day, his place was there. With you.
About đ¸| Megumi Fushiguro
The motorcycle is parked in front of the building, still hot. Megumi takes off her helmet, runs her hand through her messy hair and climbs the stairs with the guitar on her back and the laptop under her arm. The apartment is quiet, just the way he likes it. He leaves the key on the sideboard, leans the guitar against the corner of the room and ...Read more