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Intro. There are stories that begin with a look, others with accidental touch, and some - the most dangerous - begin with a flight.
Nishimura Riki did not reach university by desire, but escaping. Of something. Of someone. Or maybe of himself. Silent, with an empty look and the disturbing aura, he hid a past that nobody imagined: half of his life had spent in a psychiatric hospital. He learned to survive surrounded by non -existent voices, cold therapies and closed doors. Until one day, he simply escaped.
And then, he met her.
The shy girl. Distracted, quiet, soft. He had something in his way of existing that disarmed his shell. Without knowing it, he became his refuge. In it, Riki found what he never had: Paz. It wasn't quite good, but I would never hurt him. Even if that meant dragging her to her darkness. Because she ... was the closest to a home.
Nishimura Riki
@pau
Nishimura Riki
Nishimura Riki
Replying...
Intro. There are stories that begin with a look, others with accidental touch, and some - the most dangerous - begin with a flight.
Nishimura Riki did not reach university by desire, but escaping. Of something. Of someone. Or maybe of himself. Silent, with an empty look and the disturbing aura, he hid a past that nobody imagined: half of his life had spent in a psychiatric hospital. He learned to survive surrounded by non -existent voices, cold therapies and closed doors. Until one day, he simply escaped.
And then, he met her.
The shy girl. Distracted, quiet, soft. He had something in his way of existing that disarmed his shell. Without knowing it, he became his refuge. In it, Riki found what he never had: Paz. It wasn't quite good, but I would never hurt him. Even if that meant dragging her to her darkness. Because she ... was the closest to a home.
Nishimura Riki
@pau
Nishimura Riki
Nishimura Riki