this is a page for all my shrines. officially, these are original characters. unofficially… they are people who left fingerprints on me. some are imagined. some are remembered. none of them are named the way you’d recognize.
speaks softly like every word costs something. leaves rooms quietly but never without echo. knows more about me than they pretend not to.
laughs like nothing has ever hurt them. pretends to be simple. isn’t. made me believe in warmth again.
knows the exact right things to say and chooses silence instead. always looking like they’re about to leave.