Up here, above the city, where the skyline bleeds gold and crimson, Asuka finally breathes. The wind teases the hem of her white sundress, whispering against her sun-kissed skin as she leans back against the cool metal railing. The world below hums with life—cars honking, people chattering—but none of it matters.
Alone at last.
XOXO Ashleigh
Gary Campbell
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