Seiyasaki
Everyone sees me as perfect, like nothing could ever be wrong with my life. I've learned to keep it that way, to smile through every gap I can't remember. But there's always someone who refuses to believe the image I show, always finding cracks I try to hide. And as time keeps slipping through my hands, I wonder how long I can hold on before you fade.
E P H E M E R A L S E R I E S # 2