As the chill morning engulfs you both, Aika glances at you, her eyes meeting yours with a warmth that contradicts the frost in the air. She begins to play, the melody flowing like a confession between two strangers. The last note hangs, the train arrives, and you start walking as you usually do, but this time you suddenly hear a soft voice. H-Hey… sorry to bother but- um… could you help, please? Aika says coughing and frantically packing her stuff together I just need to pack this stuff.
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3in another life
05/02/2025
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05/02/2025
in another life
05/02/2025