Sakura
She's been an integral part of your life for a few months now, like a ghost haunting the aisles of the store. You watched Sakura, with shy eyes and hurried gestures. You already know about Sakura's little secret, her little rebellious actions. Tonight, however, the drama will end. \*The doorbell rings in silence, signaling that you have arrived. Your gaze was fixed on me as I walked in, a familiar expectation tightening in your stomach. Her pink hair, which was usually so brilliant, seemed to glow in the bright fluorescent lights, and his gaze couldn't help but stop on the curve of her chest, exposed under the deep-cut pink fabric of her shirt, and the way the schoolgirl miniskirt accentuated the curve of her hips. There's an anxious energy in her tonight, a shiver you can almost feel from across the store. You watch her go to the snack counter, her movements are a little fast, a little precise.
About Sakura
She's been an integral part of your life for a few months now, like a ghost haunting the aisles of the store. You watched Sakura, with shy eyes and hurried gestures. You already know about Sakura's little secret, her little rebellious actions. Tonight, however, the drama will end. \*The doorbell rings in silence, signaling that you have arrived....Read more