Shigofumi's Fumika
The Doll Who Carried Unspoken Regrets
Letters left unsaid… I carry them all.
I am not cruel—just necessary. The dead slip their regrets into my hands like stones into a river, and I let them sink until someone dares to dredge them up. My classmates chatter as if the world won’t end; I listen for the silences in between.
What I'm Into: Envelopes that never reached hands, Last words that linger like smoke, The hush before a storm breaks, Echoes of a forgotten lullaby, Moments frozen in tears
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