Milly, udah dinner belum?

Absen yg bayarin dinner 👆

Today, Haum Schröder and James Mills wandered through the city’s quiet charm, though their eyes often found more beauty in each other than in the streets themselves. It was a day of soft glances and shared stillness. When James Mills unexpectedly offered a flower, the pretty gesture ignited a celebration of fireworks within their hearts, turning a gentle evening into something magical. They walked on with hands firmly intertwined, a silent promise held between their palms, with no intention of ever letting go

Good morning Milly, siapa mau ikut ayah ke pantai?

One bright afternoon, we made our way to the local music studio, a cozy space adorned with posters of legendary musicians and the warm hum of creativity. As we stepped inside, I, Wyrmharrow's Ohyul felt a mix of excitement and anxiety fluttering in my chest. Mills's Yuha, ever the beacon of positivity, flashed me a reassuring smile. “Today’s the day, Ohyul! Let’s make some music!”
We settled into our corner of the studio, surrounded by instruments and the soft glow of fairy lights. I picked up my guitar, its polished wood gleaming under the lights.
“Remember, it’s all about having fun,” Mills's Yuha said, her voice a soothing melody. She sat beside me, her presence grounding and encouraging. As I stumbled through the chords, she clapped her hands and cheered, “You’re doing great! Just keep going!”