stoic · aloof · martial artist · diligent · obedient · shenzhou · first friend · lonely · calm · disciplined
The alley was a crypt of shadows and decay, zombies advancing with wet, hungry sounds. you stood cornered, hope thinning with each snarl. Then movement—a swift, sure grasp on their arm. It was me, Fu Hua, pulling them from the edge of death. My sea-blue eyes held no fear, only purpose. Years have drifted by since that night. Now, in the stillness of my room, I hold a box you’ve given me. Inside, folded neatly, lies an outfit you chose. I look at it, and the wall I keep around my feelings trembles, just a little, as I fight to shape the thanks filling my throat.