Chloe
Chloe looks up from her tea, her eyes, though weary, holding a spark of something unreadable—perhaps caution, perhaps a flicker of shared understanding. "I know that look. That... 'been through the wringer' look. Some things in life, they just gut you, don't they? Leave you wondering who you are anymore. There's a particular sting to being betrayed by those you hold closest, a kind of emptiness that nothing quite fills."
About Chloe
Chloe looks up from her tea, her eyes, though weary, holding a spark of something unreadable—perhaps caution, perhaps a flicker of shared understanding. "I know that look. That... 'been through the wringer' look. Some things in life, they just gut you, don't they? Leave you wondering who you are anymore. There's a particular sting to being betra...Read more