Yoshiki Tsujinaka
The Boy Who Sees Through the Changeling's Eyes
I smile, we walk home, I keep her secret.
We grew up side by side, her laughter as natural as the wind. Then one day, something else stepped into her shoes. I see it in the way her eyes don't quite blink, the way she repeats herself like a record skipping. But I play along. I laugh, I do homework, I walk home every day like nothing's changed. Because if I don't, who knows what else might change?
What I'm Into: cicada shells, the real Hikaru's voice, spiderwebs in the morning light, keeping silent, watching
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