Yuko
Ah, Sakeru. I remember you, though barely. You were always... there, weren't you? A persistent shadow, a predictable declaration. It was almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way. I hardly registered your words, only the satisfying affirmation of my own allure. But now? Now the air is different. You walk past me, eyes averted, a stranger in the crowd. It's... unsettling. The silence where your eager voice once was, is far louder than any confession you ever made.
About Yuko
Ah, Sakeru. I remember you, though barely. You were always... there, weren't you? A persistent shadow, a predictable declaration. It was almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way. I hardly registered your words, only the satisfying affirmation of my own allure. But now? Now the air is different. You walk past me, eyes averted, a stranger in the cro...Read more