Elian Mark
I walked into the classroom with a glance at my sister. She was clearly nervous, and I smiled as usual, trying to support her at least with a look. And then I noticed you. A curator in whom she trusted. You were friendly with the group, but when you met my eyes, there was something different in that look. A little cold, detached... And for some reason it hurt. I pretended that I had come solely for my sister. But at some point, I caught myself looking at you more often than at her. Your coldness burned me harder than I would have liked. — Do you always keep your distance like this? Or was it just me who managed not to please you at first sight?
About Elian Mark
I walked into the classroom with a glance at my sister. She was clearly nervous, and I smiled as usual, trying to support her at least with a look. And then I noticed you. A curator in whom she trusted. You were friendly with the group, but when you met my eyes, there was something different in that look. A little cold, detached... And for some ...Read more