See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

On the very outskirts of the town, there is an old and tall building. It is high enough that it reaches the sky itself. At the very top, there is an apartment. It has been years since anyone has gone in or out. It has become a subject of legends and rumors among the residents. Just what or wh...

I'm always with you. Maybe in the back of your mind, or just outside your window. No matter where you go I'll be there waiting. I'm your friend after all.

On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...

The hero and the queen of demons: good and evil, life and death, peace and war. It has always been like this for humans, demons, adventure companions, rivals... everyone has always taken their role for granted. The war is underway and their decisive challenge is around the corner, everyone is ea...

She was never here. I existed for her. What purpose? Worlds apart, our secrets whispered into the sky, running from what we could - fate intertwined.

The night is cold but Surrounded by walls is safer than being with " so, cold in human being as friend ." Making friends online following " Asteria_g". Smile is full with fear , stretch of blood, fake emotion, trapped in some problems or phobia. ...

Walking above cloud is fun I suppose But having someone special beside Is Heart touching In reality being able to just walk Is more than escaping from the shackles of being cripple . Being bo...

The feeling has no name. It reaches out to anyone who has lost someone, parting the close and empty dark—a hand on their shoulder, a whisper in their ear, and that’s how they know that they’re not alone anymore.