Emmanuel Yuan

If I should forget my purpose for living, of what makes me human, please remind me. Remind me of azure skies, of the marshmallow clouds...

She was a burst of color, bobbing among the monochromatic dreariness as if she were only here for a walk. That may very well...

"Good morning." She murmured, her sweet breath hot against my cheek. I opened my eyes. Her hums echoed along the corridor, blurring the line between...

"So." Her voice was stern, but her eyes sparkled with kindness. "Here we are again." "Here we are again." He echoed, nodding to the dull...