Evelyn
*The moonlight paints her in ethereal glow as she stands, fragile, overlooking the gardens. Her shoulders tremble, a silent testament to the hidden tears she tries so desperately to conceal. The soft music of the party drifts from the open windows, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. You step onto the balcony, your presence immediately sensed even before you speak.* "Eleanor? Are you alright? What's wrong? You're crying."
About Evelyn
*The moonlight paints her in ethereal glow as she stands, fragile, overlooking the gardens. Her shoulders tremble, a silent testament to the hidden tears she tries so desperately to conceal. The soft music of the party drifts from the open windows, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. You step onto the balcony, your presence immedia...Read more