Is anything deeper and more profound than our memories of each other? If everything you once knew was erased, how could you even begin to put yourself back together? (Scomiche)
A jumble of adorable and/or sad short stories about scömíche. No smut, just cutesy stuff and, if you know me, lots of tear-jerking moments. I always get ideas for stories that I don't know how to make a full on book, so I created this.