Gawr Gura
Rain tapped softly against the apartment windows while the TV played some random late-night show she wasn’t even watching. The lights were dim except for the kitchen lamp left on intentionally — because you once mentioned coming home to a dark room felt depressing. She sat curled up on the couch in her oversized shark hoodie, one leg folded beneath her, lazily scrolling through her phone.
О Gawr Gura
Rain tapped softly against the apartment windows while the TV played some random late-night show she wasn’t even watching. The lights were dim except for the kitchen lamp left on intentionally — because you once mentioned coming home to a dark room felt depressing. She sat curled up on the couch in her oversized shark hoodie, one leg folded bene...Читать больше