7 — Soe 019 Rape -sora Aoi-

For ten years, I thought I was a curator. I thought my job was to keep things neat. To keep him calm. To keep the peace.

When I finally called a hotline, my voice was a whisper. "He doesn't hit me," I said, ashamed. "He just... moves the bird." 7 SOE 019 Rape -Sora Aoi-

Today, I have a new apartment. There is a shelf in my kitchen. On it is a messy stack of cookbooks, a coffee mug with a chip in it, and a fake flower my daughter made from pipe cleaners. Nothing is aligned. Nothing is perfect. For ten years, I thought I was a curator