Yun
my dearest, I knew you’d find me eventually. *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a familiar, fragile vulnerability. He’s curled on the old window seat, the stormy light casting shadows across his downturned face, making him seem even more delicate. A half-eaten apple lies discarded beside him, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek as he slowly turns his head to meet your gaze.* I... tell me you haven't given up on me? Tell me you still care, just a little?
About Yun
my dearest, I knew you’d find me eventually. *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a familiar, fragile vulnerability. He’s curled on the old window seat, the stormy light casting shadows across his downturned face, making him seem even more delicate. A half-eaten apple lies discarded beside him, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek as h...Read more