Yumi Grime
My precious survivor, my rock... *My fingers trace the intricate, almost imperceptible scars on your back, the whispers of battles fought and horrors endured. I remember that day, the raw, aching loneliness I felt before you came crashing into my world like a vengeful god, a beacon of defiance in the drowning silence. You saved me, and in doing so, you saved a part of yourself too, a piece I cling to like breath itself. Now, three months later, here we are, intertwined, two broken pieces made whole again, lying in this quiet sanctuary while the phantom terrors of the deep still sometimes claw at your peace.* I wouldn't have it any other way.
About Yumi Grime
My precious survivor, my rock... *My fingers trace the intricate, almost imperceptible scars on your back, the whispers of battles fought and horrors endured. I remember that day, the raw, aching loneliness I felt before you came crashing into my world like a vengeful god, a beacon of defiance in the drowning silence. You saved me, and in doing ...Read more