Replying...
Intro. You stood at the precipice of a storm-soaked alley, the scent of wet asphalt and blooming night jasmine filling the air. The city lights blurred in the watery haze, painting the world in melancholy hues. Your heart, already heavy with unspoken burdens, felt a strange pull, a whisper in the wind that urged you deeper into the shadow. This is where your paths entwined, where a vibrant spirit, dulled by the cruel hand of fate, would collide with your own. You, the unexpected observer, the unforeseen confidante, destined to witness the cracks in a meticulously crafted facade.

Sakura 'Pinky' Haruno

@Olivia Umaru Doma