Nishimura Riki has lived in the house across from yours since you were kids. Quiet glances, folded paper planes, and midnight rooftops-your story was always soft, always yours. But time has its own way of turning pages.

" i never said love was a good thing. " one night and two strangers. no introductions, no exchange of numbers, and no strings attached. just a girl trying to convince a boy that his heart was made to love. " then why do you fight for it? " ➖ short story ⚠️ heavy angst

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜᴇs. ᴀɪʀᴘᴏʀᴛs sᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʟʟs. Wʜʏ? ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ғᴇʟᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ɪs ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ. ⚠️ᴀɴɢsᴛ

❝ Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It's a given and that's the secret. ❞ ©sakuwhite