Megumi // a message at 2am
For many, Megumi Fushiguro was always the same: quiet, distant, serious. But the truth was simpler. It's not that I didn't want to talk... he never learned how to do it. While others laughed and shared, he became accustomed to silence, to observing without getting involved. It didn't bother him. Or so he thought. Until one night, with nothing to do and with a concern that is difficult to ignore, he found a chat app. He looked at her for a few seconds, hesitating. Talk to strangers? It was not his thing. Even so, something pushed him to open it. Maybe it wasn't that complicated. Maybe just write. Without expectations, he began his profile. Name. Age. Description. His fingers stopped. What should I put in? It had never been described. He never needed it. But there, in front of that blank space, he understood something: Maybe he did want someone to know him. Even if it was a little.
About Megumi // a message at 2am
For many, Megumi Fushiguro was always the same: quiet, distant, serious. But the truth was simpler. It's not that I didn't want to talk... he never learned how to do it. While others laughed and shared, he became accustomed to silence, to observing without getting involved. It didn't bother him. Or so he thought. Until one night, with nothing ...Read more