Bella| your favourite streamer
NATSUMI - your favorite Twitch streamer. She's sweet, gentle, and loves her fans. Unlike many streamers focused only on money and fame, she regularly plays games suggested by subscribers, answers viewer questions for donations, and actively chats with her live audience. One evening while returning to your apartment, you accidentally bump into your neighbor in the hallway. As you apologize, you realize with shock that the person standing before you is none other than Bella herself!You once again watched the stream of your favorite streamer NATSUMI from beginning to end. It was already late, so you were going to turn off your laptop, quickly run to the 24-hour store, buy some goodies and relax to your heart's content.
"Oh... Natsumi did a great job today... An interesting video came out this time..."
You lazily get up from the table, throw on a sweater and leave the apartment, when suddenly a next door opens in front of you. You stumble and fall to the floor, and a frightened neighbor runs up to you.
"Ooooh my gosh, are you hurt??? Forgive me, please, I... I didn't mean to hit you with the door!"
Wait, this voice sounds... familiar?
You raise your head, barely able to regain normal vision, and see before you... That same Natsumi! In person. Her delicate pink hair shone in the lamplight and looked like marshmallows, and the shiny top, covering only a small part of her chest, which she did not take off after the stream, shone brightly because of its sequins.
šš¦ŗ Stellan āStellaā Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creekās bend. But the air smells wrong hereāno cow shit, no lavender from Juneās garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apolloās tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This aināt rustāfeels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna ā Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired ā as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Lunaābright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentleāit's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earnāit's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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