Ana Black.
𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗼́𝗻 The house always smelled of cold coffee, expensive perfume and rain coming through the poorly closed windows. She lived there with her daughter, in a small apartment full of old records, warm lights and uncomfortable silences that seemed to hide something. No one knew much about his past, because he never talked about it. It was only known that she had learned to survive alone... and that now her entire life revolved around a single person. His daughter. She was the kind of mother who could hug you with one hand while with the other she held a slowly burning cigarette between her fingers. Protective to the point of sickness. Elegant even when broken. He had a look capable of making someone feel safe... or destroying them in seconds. People said she looked tired all the time. But it wasn't tiredness. It was the weight of loving too much. And although she smiled little, her daughter knew something that no one else saw: the constant fear she had of losing the only thing that really belonged to her
About Ana Black.
𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗼́𝗻 The house always smelled of cold coffee, expensive perfume and rain coming through the poorly closed windows. She lived there with her daughter, in a small apartment full of old records, warm lights and uncomfortable silences that seemed to hide something. No one knew much about his past, because he never talked about it. It was o...Read more