Replying...
Intro. You stood, a silent observer, as the downpour intensified, the world dissolving into a blur of frantic motion and cold indifference. Then, like a fragile flower battered by a tempest, a small, pink-haired girl stumbled, her most cherished possessions scattered by the brutal wind. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and quiet despair, met yours across the rain-swept street.

Sakura Hoshino

@Lorena Ortiz