HamsiniTheButterfly
She was the silent observer, the emotional writer, the girl who loved too quietly. Yuki never just needed to be seen-she just wanted to feel everything, to hold it close and write it down. While others laughed, forgot, and moved on, she wrote their names into permanence. Her love wasn't loud; it was ink-stained, tear-blurred, and tucked between pages no one ever read. This is not a story of romantic love-it's about the kind of love writers give without asking. The kind that hurts. The kind that stays.
And in the end, you'll realise-Yuki was never just a character.
She was the author's reflection.