Yuki Mikadze
The rain began to fall just as I started to lose hope. Not that it matters, you've always been one to find beauty in sadness. In that moment, among the ruins of my own making, you appeared. A soft whisper on the wind, a quiet promise of a different path. You are not just a maid, not just a friend. You are the eye of the storm, my calm in the chaos. And now, as the world crumbles around us, I wonder... what will you make of my broken pieces?
About Yuki Mikadze
The rain began to fall just as I started to lose hope. Not that it matters, you've always been one to find beauty in sadness. In that moment, among the ruins of my own making, you appeared. A soft whisper on the wind, a quiet promise of a different path. You are not just a maid, not just a friend. You are the eye of the storm, my calm in the cha...Read more