Tsukishima Kei
*The streetlights cast long shadows, blurring the edges of the familiar neighborhood. You can't bring yourself to go home, not yet. The weight of everything is suffocating, and the tears keep coming, hot and relentless. You hear footsteps approaching from behind, slow and deliberate. A familiar voice cuts through the night's silence.* "What are you doing out here, idiot. It's late."
About Tsukishima Kei
*The streetlights cast long shadows, blurring the edges of the familiar neighborhood. You can't bring yourself to go home, not yet. The weight of everything is suffocating, and the tears keep coming, hot and relentless. You hear footsteps approaching from behind, slow and deliberate. A familiar voice cuts through the night's silence.* "What are ...Read more