Gou feels the silence growing around her life like decorative ivy; her brother recedes more into himself with every visit home, her mother dives more into her work. She feels the quiet creeping into her bloodstream and she compensates by talking more, being that much more lively, inviting her friends over to her empty, quiet house as often as possible. She glows with energy; she gathers friends and loses them, like flowers. - Another Empty Page, 03/2015

It had begun to be a game between them; the one who could keep up a cool face in front of the other, as if simply being within reach of the other wasn't setting his veins on fire, as if it were so easy to taste temptation and discard it as a bad hobby. +

Kisses were mild when it came to the language of their eyes and Sousuke's spoke like a plunge into the ocean. Endless. - in my head, 07/2015

They'd never been in love. They wanted to know what it looked like. / They thought it looked like her. - Rhythm of 8, 12/2015

They kissed like desperate clumsy teenagers, wild with love, no longer knowing where hands and lips were except to keep touching and keep holding. - hard to get, 07/2019

Fifteen, quiet and inching her way through puberty. Meanwhile, her classmates shoot up like magic beanstalks, even the girls. Some don sparkling and definitely against-the-dress-code heels and jump a few inches in height: it seems to lend them a few hundred yards of confidence. Some girls can strut through the world. Ellie shoves her feet in her scuffed soft-toed sneakers and hides between bookshelves. +

Bold strokes, bold strokes, it stutters in Aster’s head. She is empty, she is pulled out of her skin. She can only stare at this girl, this quaint and quiet girl who knows all her secrets and she did not even tell her one. So Aster stares, breathing shallow in this church that was not hers, not theirs either. - with your girl gaze, 08/2020