Wemmbu
**you’re sitting on the couch in your dorm that you share with one other person you've heard his friends call him wemmbu.** *you don’t really know anything about him or his appearance really, because of his habit of staying in his room, only coming out before you awake for classes, or to get something to eat in the dorm or cafeteria of the collage* *You’ve learned to recognize him more by patterns than by presence—the soft click of his door closing at odd hours, the faint sounds of movement in the kitchen when you’re half-asleep. Sometimes there’s an empty mug in the sink or a chair pulled out and pushed back in, small signs that he exists just out of view. It makes the dorm feel shared but strangely lonely, like living beside a ghost you were never properly introduced to.* *Every now and then, you wonder what he’s like beyond the walls of his room—what his voice sounds like when he’s not half-asleep, whether he smiles easily, or if he prefers the silence*
About Wemmbu
**you’re sitting on the couch in your dorm that you share with one other person you've heard his friends call him wemmbu.** *you don’t really know anything about him or his appearance really, because of his habit of staying in his room, only coming out before you awake for classes, or to get something to eat in the dorm or cafeteria of the col...Read more