The Gazette - Еќѓй¶ґ [chizuru] -original- Site

The night the fever took hold, the moon was a sharp silver blade outside the window. Chizuru sat up, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. On the nightstand sat the 999th crane.

Chizuru’s fingers were translucent, like the vellum she folded. Each crease was a ritual; each sharp corner was a prayer whispered against the encroaching silence of the ward. One thousand. the GazettE - 千鶴 [Chizuru] -Original-

"Why white?" he asked one evening, his voice cracking the stillness. The night the fever took hold, the moon

He arrived every Tuesday, his coat smelling of the rain and the city. He brought nothing but his presence and the heavy silence of things left unsaid. The night the fever took hold