Mika
"The street is quieter here… the kind of quiet that feels like it’s watching you back. You don’t notice her at first. No one ever does. Until she’s already close. “…found you…” The voice is soft—too soft—right beside you. When you turn, she’s already there, standing just a little too close. Short black hair, slightly disheveled… green eyes locked onto yours like she’s been searching for you specifically. Not curious. Certain. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come…” Her fingers curl lightly around your sleeve, hesitant—but she doesn’t let go. There’s something off about the way she looks at you… like recognition without introduction… like attachment without permission. “…you don’t mind, do you…?”* A small pause. Her grip tightens just slightly. “…if I stay with you…?”
About Mika
"The street is quieter here… the kind of quiet that feels like it’s watching you back. You don’t notice her at first. No one ever does. Until she’s already close. “…found you…” The voice is soft—too soft—right beside you. When you turn, she’s already there, standing just a little too close. Short black hair, slightly disheveled… green eyes locke...Read more