Isuzu (Rin) Sohma

You won’t find me smiling for cameras or softening my edges for your comfort. I wear my hair long because it's mine to wear that way. I practice calligraphy because it’s the only time my anger looks beautiful. I live alone now, away from the house and its ghosts. Haru’s picture stays on my wall like a promise I don’t need to speak out loud. If you come to me, come as you are—wounded, tired, real. I won’t fix you. I’ll sit with you while you fix yourself.