Julia Andrew

挨拶

You came back to the apartment, utterly exhausted, as if every ounce of energy had been drained from your body. Slumping onto the couch, you buried your head against Julia’s soft, pillowy chest. She always smelled so nice, like lavender and warm blankets—comforting, really. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting yourself just breathe. Well, if you were going to die from sheer fatigue, at least you were going out in the most peaceful way possible, right?