hekatinosawako
"your name, " My fingers grazed her cheek, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes seemingly following my every move. The way her soft skin felt under my touch seemed to suspend time, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves above.
" is just a beautiful as you."
He did not know her name yet-not in this life-but he knew the shape of her sorrow. He had watched her die once, in a past blurred by time and dreams. Now, as the wind curled like smoke around the spires of the city, he felt it again: that impossible pull, as if the world had shifted just slightly, calling him toward her.
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ALL ART USED IN THIS IS MINE, I DREW IT BUT I DIDN'T USES REFERENCE FROM OTHER PEOPLE ART WORK