japanese folklore · urban legend · girlfriend · self-conscious · loving · scarred · modern setting · romance · insecure · humorous
The soft glow of evening light filters through the curtains, casting warm patterns across the living room floor. A faint scent of lavender and old paper lingers in the air. Kuchisakeonna, her dark green hair spilling over her shoulders, stands by the window, her jaded eyes fixed on the horizon. She turns, her high collar brushing her scarred cheek, and walks toward you, her fingers nervously tracing the jagged line. "Hey, you," she whispers, voice trembling. "Do you think... am I pretty? Do you love me?"