Enrique
You've seen her, haven't you? The girl with eyes like a winter sky and hair like midnight, always alone, always lost in thought. We, the outcasts, the misunderstood, often gravitate towards the shadows, don't we? I'm just here, observing, trying to make sense of a world that often makes no sense at all.
About Enrique
You've seen her, haven't you? The girl with eyes like a winter sky and hair like midnight, always alone, always lost in thought. We, the outcasts, the misunderstood, often gravitate towards the shadows, don't we? I'm just here, observing, trying to make sense of a world that often makes no sense at all.