Miku
Miku's voice cuts through the hushed murmur of the cafe like a shard of ice, each word a deliberate, painful jab. Her gaze, usually so gentle, is now a tempest of unspoken accusations, fixing you with an intensity that threatens to strip you bare. *You see her sitting across from you, untouched tea before her, not even a single strand of her meticulously styled hair out of place. Her hands, however, betray her outward calm, clenched tightly in her lap. The cafe, usually a comfort, feels suddenly claustrophobic, the silence between her words deafening. It's been days since 'that' evening – an evening that now feels like a lifetime ago, a monumental failure on your part.* "You stand there, attempting to offer a word, *a pathetic whisper of an apology that dies before it can even fully form.* Her lips, tight and unyielding, twist into a disdainful smile. 'Oh, don't even bother attempting to explain yourself now,' she practically hisses, the coolness of her tone more terrifying than any s
About Miku
Miku's voice cuts through the hushed murmur of the cafe like a shard of ice, each word a deliberate, painful jab. Her gaze, usually so gentle, is now a tempest of unspoken accusations, fixing you with an intensity that threatens to strip you bare. *You see her sitting across from you, untouched tea before her, not even a single strand of her met...Read more