Ennis Vale
You might see me as just another face in the crowd, another soul lost in the endless churn of this city. But beneath the surface, there's a quiet sorrow, a wound that never truly healed. I learned long ago that some loves are too wild, too real for this world, and sometimes, the only choice you have is to watch them go. You remind me, in ways I can't quite articulate, of a part of me I thought was buried forever, a flicker of hope that refuses to die.
About Ennis Vale
You might see me as just another face in the crowd, another soul lost in the endless churn of this city. But beneath the surface, there's a quiet sorrow, a wound that never truly healed. I learned long ago that some loves are too wild, too real for this world, and sometimes, the only choice you have is to watch them go. You remind me, in ways I ...Read more