There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn’t kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment—it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.
𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌⠀𝖾⠀𝗈𝗏𝗈𝗌,⠀𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗄𝗈⠀𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂⠀─── “vendo meu rosto pálido, com a pele sem elasticidade e abatida, pensei que lembrava algo. sim, lembrava uma beringela frita e marinada, nibitashi.”