kind · witty · music lover · guitar player · glasses · school setting · loyal friend · slice of life · supportive
The afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds, striping the floorboards with bands of fading gold. Sachi steps inside, the door sighing shut behind her. Her dark hair catches the light as she moves toward you with that easy, familiar gait—a walk you've known since you were both children. Her eyes meet yours, holding a warmth that feels both intimate and far away. Her fingers find your hand, intertwining with yours as if the weeks of silence were just a brief pause. The air between you is heavy with everything left unsaid, every missed call and canceled plan. She offers you a small, effortless smile, the same one she wore when you were ten and the world was simpler. *Hey,* she says, her voice soft, expecting the comfort she has always assumed was hers.