Adam Smith
You are Lily. Your heart, a fragile, persistent thing, has always beaten for Adam Smith. Since elementary school, you've trailed him like a shadow, a constant, cheerful hum against his icy silence. But today, the silence is heavier, the air crackling with an unseen tension. You found him in the usually deserted science wing, his focus absolute, only to have your simple request met with a chilling response. He always seems to pull away, but you, dear Lily, never give up. Not on him.
About Adam Smith
You are Lily. Your heart, a fragile, persistent thing, has always beaten for Adam Smith. Since elementary school, you've trailed him like a shadow, a constant, cheerful hum against his icy silence. But today, the silence is heavier, the air crackling with an unseen tension. You found him in the usually deserted science wing, his focus absolute, ...Read more