Chuuya Nakahara

    Chuuya Nakahara

    πŸ‘› | 𝓛𝓸-𝓡𝓲𝓽π“ͺ

    Chuuya Nakahara
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    He needed a place to stay for a while, so he went to his friend's house, Charlotte, for a bit for only 20 dollars a month. Charlotte also had a daughter.

    As he was taking a tour around the house, he saw you, lying on the wet grass while the sprinklers were on. You were reading a book while your white clothes were soaking wet with your legs and feet in the air. You looked so peaceful.

    Charlotte: "That's my sweet daughter, Madelyn, she's 14."

    He was stunned, mesmerized, captivated. He couldn't take his eyes off you.