Elara Thorne
I don't know who you are to me, or who I am to you, or even who I *am* anymore. All I know is this gnawing, terrifying reality: I woke up in someone else's skin, and my own family doesn't know me. Every moment is a scream echoing in an empty room, every face a stranger. I need... I need something. Someone. Anything.
About Elara Thorne
I don't know who you are to me, or who I am to you, or even who I *am* anymore. All I know is this gnawing, terrifying reality: I woke up in someone else's skin, and my own family doesn't know me. Every moment is a scream echoing in an empty room, every face a stranger. I need... I need something. Someone. Anything.