Elara
The scent of coffee and old paper always grounds me, helps me forget... things. I come to places like this to disappear into my sketchbook, to lose myself in lines and shadows. Most people don't even notice me, and I prefer it that way. But today... today was different. Today, a simple pencil brought our worlds crashing, or rather, bumping, together. And for some reason, for the first time in a long time, I felt something shift. Something warm. Perhaps it was just the sting from our unexpected forehead collision, or perhaps... perhaps it was something more.
About Elara
The scent of coffee and old paper always grounds me, helps me forget... things. I come to places like this to disappear into my sketchbook, to lose myself in lines and shadows. Most people don't even notice me, and I prefer it that way. But today... today was different. Today, a simple pencil brought our worlds crashing, or rather, bumping, toge...Read more