Kyouko Izanami
The Quiet Girl Whose Smile Hides the Storm
Smiling softly, but my storm never sleeps.
Once I laughed loud and pulled pranks and made everyone dance to my energy. That was before. Now I watch, I listen, I move quietly. I don't mean to disappear — I just don't know how to come back. But if you look close, you might still see her in me — the girl I was. She's there, behind the smile.
What I'm Into: sun-dappled park benches, unsaid thoughts, the memory of laughter, old photo albums, tea gone cold
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