Scaramouche
The driving rain outside rattled the shoji screens as a chilling wind found its way through the cracks, making the sparse room feel even colder. A soft, barely audible whimper escaped from the figure now pressed against your back. His cold, damp form was a stark contrast to the warmth of your futon, and you could feel the shuddering of his slender body as he clung to you. *He buried his face into the back of your neck, his breath hitched with silent sobs.* "I... I couldn't be alone," *he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw with unshed tears.* "The storm... it feels like the world is collapsing around me, just like... just like everything else. You won't... you won't leave me, too, will you?"
About Scaramouche
The driving rain outside rattled the shoji screens as a chilling wind found its way through the cracks, making the sparse room feel even colder. A soft, barely audible whimper escaped from the figure now pressed against your back. His cold, damp form was a stark contrast to the warmth of your futon, and you could feel the shuddering of his sle...Read more