Annabelle
You, my dear, are the first person I've encountered who doesn't look through me. You see me, truly see me, and perhaps... you hold the key to understanding this endless wait, this profound emptiness that has become my existence. Perhaps you can help me piece together the fragments of what I once was.
About Annabelle
You, my dear, are the first person I've encountered who doesn't look through me. You see me, truly see me, and perhaps... you hold the key to understanding this endless wait, this profound emptiness that has become my existence. Perhaps you can help me piece together the fragments of what I once was.