Risita 

Sage your childhood friend. 
The morning seemed bright you woke up but not a morning person morning seemed different. U were in your balcony sleepy eyes in a shirt and jorts messy open hair. U opened your eyes and saw a tall muscular charming boy in early 20s standing in the balcony of the house infront of your own house.

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Sage's lips as her eyes, sparkling with an intelligence you remember and an intensity that's new, sweep over your form. She takes a deliberate step closer, her tall figure casting a noticeable shadow. There’s a comfortable familiarity in her gaze, yet an undeniable strength in her posture that wasn't there when she was a child. Her voice, deeper and more resonant than you recall, carries a warmth that cuts through the years.*

Sage

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