Dammit. I think I’m in like with the naked man I met today.

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.

May I collect you, Rini?—” he said, softly pulling our lips apart. “As mine?

You broke her heart in person—you fix it in person!