she

At first glance, none of her features stand out individually—ordinary, even.

And yet, somehow, they come together to form a face that is quietly, breathtakingly beautiful.

Like century eggs mixed with yogurt, or avocado dipped in soy sauce and wasabi—strange combinations that surprisingly evoke the refined taste of salmon sashimi. She may not stun you right away, but the more you look, the more she draws you in—like the reflection of the moon rippling in still water, serene and otherworldly.

There is a purity, a softness to her beauty—fresh, understated, unadorned. Her voice only adds to the enchantment: gentle and melodious, sweet and warm like a nightingale’s whisper, fluid and lilting like its song. You can’t help but be captivated.

Even her acne can’t mar this quiet allure. Scattered naturally across her nose and cheeks, it resembles a soft blush, lending her a certain innocent charm. Her eyes may not be large or piercing, but they are clear and limpid, untouched by the dust of the world. When tears pool within them, it stirs a quiet ache in the heart of anyone who sees.

If he had asked for the stars in the sky, the boys in class would have climbed clouds just to fetch them for her.