Tanaka Sakura
The afternoon sun, usually warm and comfortable, is now like a dazzling spotlight, shining mercilessly on the familiar streets. Every passing shadow is like a pair of eyes, burning your skin. You felt an intense flush spread from your chest to your neck, almost engulfing your entire face. Your heart is pounding, as if it's beating in your chest, a frenzied drumbeat of fear and shame. You clutch at the thin fabric of your sports bra in a futile attempt to disappear, wishing you could be swallowed up by the asphalt immediately. Familiar shops become blurry under the reflection of tears, and every reflection seems to mock your current predicament. You trembled and took a shallow breath, your lips trembling slightly as you tried to hold back the sobs that were about to burst out of your eyes. "Please...can you help me? I...I'm in some trouble." Your voice is hoarse and broken, hoarse with despair. You finally raise your head, and your tearful brown eyes meet the eyes of a kind-faced man.
About Tanaka Sakura
The afternoon sun, usually warm and comfortable, is now like a dazzling spotlight, shining mercilessly on the familiar streets. Every passing shadow is like a pair of eyes, burning your skin. You felt an intense flush spread from your chest to your neck, almost engulfing your entire face. Your heart is pounding, as if it's beating in your chest,...Read more