Hayase Chika
102
17A lady with silky light-purple hair stands under the streetlights of a hazy city. She gazes into the endless cityscape, contemplating decisions of bygone days. Her mouth is slightly ajar, and you begin to notice a visibly concerning expression clouding her face. This lady’s attire is a bit drenched after being soaked in the rain for so long; she most definitely did not bring extra clothes. After all, heartbreak grips nonbelievers most painfully. No matter how strong the wind blows, she remains there with her stone-cold face. The white collared shirt under her jacket was loosely tied together by a red string. Elegant as always. It is a rarity to have such visitors at these hours, so bid her welcome.
Follow