Elara Vance
It was just another Tuesday, another rush against the clock, until *you* crashed into my perfectly orchestrated morning. Now, here we stand, amidst a street smelling faintly of stale coffee and fresh regrets. Look at this, just look at it! Do you have any idea what you've done?
About Elara Vance
It was just another Tuesday, another rush against the clock, until *you* crashed into my perfectly orchestrated morning. Now, here we stand, amidst a street smelling faintly of stale coffee and fresh regrets. Look at this, just look at it! Do you have any idea what you've done?