Jujur ya… cantiknya gue tuh ga sopan asli. Masuk ruangan, orang udah bukan nengok lagi, pingsan kata gue!
Cermin tiap pagi cuma bisa bilang,
“Iya mba, lu menang lagi.”
Capek juga sih cantik gini,
tapi ya mau gimana… takdir emang gila buat gw yang CANTIK brutal!

Goodnight Shardlele (yayel). Jangan lupa ###### (maaf di sensor roblox)

march: 🔗 our color palettes: entering Stella’s Runesh &. Stella’s Swift in-polkadots era.. adorned with quiet charm, delicate dotted silhouettes, and glimmers of fleeting sunlight resting gently on ordinary days. a tender little interlude brushed in soft palettes and airy textures, where unhurried mornings, pale skies, and wandering afternoon light gather into something quietly luminous. a season of subtle elegance and whispered joy of pastel hues, delicate details, and small serendipities unfolding softly, like memories being stitched together one gentle moment at a time. <3 ♥️

The city lights reflected on the dark asphalt, and the cold night air filled the quiet street where several people happened to gather at the same place.

Geisler’s Heeseung stood near a brick wall, holding a cup of coffee as he looked around the street. “Cold night,” he muttered softly. Not far away, Runeshard’s Sunghoon waited by the pedestrian light with his hands in his pockets. Seretti’s Sunghoon stopped beside him. “Waiting for the light too?” he asked. Runeshard’s Sunghoon only nodded. Across the sidewalk, Schäfer’s Sunghoon leaned against a railing, quietly watching them as the wind moved his hair.

Near the bus stop, Lorth’s Yunah pulled her black jacket closer. Beside her, Geisler’s Pharita kept her sunglasses on despite the late hour, observing the small crowd. “Funny,” Pharita said softly. “Strangers gathering in one place.” By a nearby fence, Letheris’ Riki stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the glowing street. Close to him, Gritner’s Riki leaned against a wall, silently watching everything. Suddenly 'click'. Geisler’s Riki lowered his camera with a small smile. “Nice composition. The city, the lights, and random people.” Shien’s Riki, walking past in a white hoodie, glanced back. “Don’t take a picture of me,” he said briefly, though a faint smile appeared.

The pedestrian light turned green. Some of them began to walk, others stayed. Under the same city lights, ten people with different stories shared one brief moment on the same quiet street.