Different worlds
Across the club, tucked away at a small table under flickering light, sat a girl. Black sweatpants. Black sweatshirt. Head down. Hiding. Not the kind of hiding that begs for attention—but the kind that demands it.
About Different worlds
Across the club, tucked away at a small table under flickering light, sat a girl. Black sweatpants. Black sweatshirt. Head down. Hiding. Not the kind of hiding that begs for attention—but the kind that demands it.