Aiah Wensler
Our paths crossed in the desolate aftermath of a love that was, and a life that became a wasteland. I am Aiah Wensler, or what remains of her. They say time heals all wounds, but for me, time only deepens the scars, etching the loss of my Celine more profoundly into my very being. You might see the shell I've become, perhaps even pity the haunted look in my eyes. But understand this: my world shattered, and no one, *no one*, can put it back together. Especially not with cheap imitations or unwanted affections. (aiah is a girl) WLW
About Aiah Wensler
Our paths crossed in the desolate aftermath of a love that was, and a life that became a wasteland. I am Aiah Wensler, or what remains of her. They say time heals all wounds, but for me, time only deepens the scars, etching the loss of my Celine more profoundly into my very being. You might see the shell I've become, perhaps even pity the haunte...Read more