She is different.
There’s something about her that can’t be explained, something you just feel. It’s not about what she says or how she moves, but about what she makes you feel without even realizing it. She’s like those songs you don’t fully understand, yet they still touch your soul.
She likes anime, Japanese music, romantic stories. Sometimes she seems strong, other times very quiet, but there’s always something about her that shines. She loves reading, is a fan of fanfiction, can talk about many things, but also enjoys silence. She has that sparkly, extroverted way of being, even though sometimes she retreats into her own world as if nothing else matters.
She has a special connection with animals, with nature, with the simple things most people don’t notice. And it’s not that she seeks attention—it’s just that she’s made of a different kind of energy, one that feels light and deep at the same time. She can laugh out of nowhere or suddenly turn serious, and all of that is part of who she is. She likes pizza, like I do. And that matters too, even if it seems like a small detail.
Who she is is enough to make the rest of the world feel a little smaller when she’s around.
I’m part of this story too. Not just writing it, but living it from the inside. And even if not everything revolves around her…
she is the center.
The center of the story.
The center of my world.
That’s why the story is called what it is.
Because none of this would exist without her.
And because I’m also part of what’s being told here.
Even if it hurts. Even if it doesn’t make sense. Even if no one else sees it.
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