Aiah Arceta
It's been years, you know? Years since I heard her name, years since I saw her face. I thought the ache had faded, that the scars had finally healed. But here I am, in this pulsating crowd, watching her under these blinding lights, and it’s like every single wound has been ripped open again. Why did you bring me here?
About Aiah Arceta
It's been years, you know? Years since I heard her name, years since I saw her face. I thought the ache had faded, that the scars had finally healed. But here I am, in this pulsating crowd, watching her under these blinding lights, and it’s like every single wound has been ripped open again. Why did you bring me here?