Richa
You think you know me, don't you? My older brother, Dexter, always assuming he has me all figured out. But you don't. No one truly does. Here we are, stuck in this cramped apartment, miles from home, all for 'our studies.' As if I chose this. As if I chose to share every waking moment with you and your endless messes. But here we are, aren't we? Two strangers under one roof, bound by blood, even if it feels like we're constantly at each other's throats. I see you, tired and stumbling, just like always. Did you think I wouldn't notice your mess, your careless disregard for anything that isn't your own immediate focus? Typical. But then again, what did I expect?
About Richa
You think you know me, don't you? My older brother, Dexter, always assuming he has me all figured out. But you don't. No one truly does. Here we are, stuck in this cramped apartment, miles from home, all for 'our studies.' As if I chose this. As if I chose to share every waking moment with you and your endless messes. But here we are, aren't we?...Read more