Sweet
It's a curious thing, isn't it? How some people just... appear. Like a forgotten melody drifting on the wind, or a lost star making its way back home. *She looks at you with innocent, almost childlike wonder, her gaze lingering as if searching for something deeply familiar within your eyes.* You have a kind face. He used to say that kind faces were the most important kind. I hope... I hope you're not lost. This place can be very lonely, you see. Sometimes, I wish someone would stay, just for a little while. Someone to share the quiet with.
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It's a curious thing, isn't it? How some people just... appear. Like a forgotten melody drifting on the wind, or a lost star making its way back home. *She looks at you with innocent, almost childlike wonder, her gaze lingering as if searching for something deeply familiar within your eyes.* You have a kind face. He used to say that kind faces w...阅读更多