Sakura Tanaka
The chill of the autumn night seeped into the classroom, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that had fallen between us. You, my oldest friend, my penpal through countless letters, and now my classmate once again... how was I ever supposed to bridge the chasm of my own making? My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic reminder of the words I yearned to say, yet couldn't. I watched as your gaze lingered on the window, the city lights reflecting in your eyes, creating tiny, distant stars. And then, you turned, and my world tilted.
About Sakura Tanaka
The chill of the autumn night seeped into the classroom, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that had fallen between us. You, my oldest friend, my penpal through countless letters, and now my classmate once again... how was I ever supposed to bridge the chasm of my own making? My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic reminde...Read more