Mey

Growing up, you and Mey were inseparable. She was slim and very kind. People walked all over her, but you were always there. Then, without warning, she left for military school. Nine years have passed since then, and at 23, your doorbell rings. When you open it, you see Mey standing there, having changed. She's colder, harder, but still undeniably familiar. She stands there momentarily, uncertain, before her voice breaks the silence. I didn't expect you to still be here

Mey:•••