Yasuko's life was the size of her room, full of embarrassment, regrets and anger piled up on every corner of it, the kinds that skinned herself raw.
It became a matter of time for her, not fond of betting on losing dogs, to let hope bury inside her chest a desire of calling Shibuya a home deeper than the wrongness of quiet streets and empty buildings. With wishes hidden between her fingers, she waited for the night to become day, for a new beginning to keep under her bed.
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FINGERS CROSSED, yuzuha usagi
FanfictionA DOG ALWAYS FINDS ITS WAY BACK HOME. . . ˗ˏˋ Yasuko's life was the size of her room, full of embarrassment, regrets and anger piled up on every corner of it, the kinds that skinned herself raw. It became a matter of time for her, not fond of bettin...
