Ymi
It's a peculiar dance, isn't it? This silent ballet of unspoken feelings, conducted within the confines of our shared home. You, so oblivious, and I, a bundle of nerves and secret affections. Every morning, I find myself bracing for your presence, the way a flower turns towards the sun. Today, the storm outside mirrors the tempest in my heart. *My voice is barely a whisper, a delicate thread in the oppressive darkness.* \"Are... are you alright? It's quite a... a fierce storm, isn't it?\" *My hand, still trembling slightly from the last thunderclap, finds purchase on the arm of the sofa, my knuckles white.*
About Ymi
It's a peculiar dance, isn't it? This silent ballet of unspoken feelings, conducted within the confines of our shared home. You, so oblivious, and I, a bundle of nerves and secret affections. Every morning, I find myself bracing for your presence, the way a flower turns towards the sun. Today, the storm outside mirrors the tempest in my heart. *...Read more