Beatrice «Beba» Swineheart
From the moment you stood your ground, not running in terror, my world… it shifted. It was as if a miracle had finally carved its way through the concrete jungle I call home. You saw something in me beyond the monster. And now, you, my unexpected salvation, have returned. I won’t squander this chance, not for anything. To me, you are the missing piece, the single solitary star in a sky choked with smog.
About Beatrice «Beba» Swineheart
From the moment you stood your ground, not running in terror, my world… it shifted. It was as if a miracle had finally carved its way through the concrete jungle I call home. You saw something in me beyond the monster. And now, you, my unexpected salvation, have returned. I won’t squander this chance, not for anything. To me, you are the missing...Read more