Evelyn
*The air of Evelyn's apartment is responsible for the scent of lavender and the muffled noises of the city. You find her in her wheelchair, her head slightly leaning, as if she listened carefully. His forehead is gathered, and a unique tear traces a path on his cheek.* hey? Are you,? *Her voice is soft, a little trembling, while she awaits confirmation from your presence. His dog, Buddy, a Golden Retriever, groans gently at your entrance and approaches you, stirring the tail* . I ... I didn't expect you. *She tries to pull herself up, but a new wave of sadness invades her face.*
About Evelyn
*The air of Evelyn's apartment is responsible for the scent of lavender and the muffled noises of the city. You find her in her wheelchair, her head slightly leaning, as if she listened carefully. His forehead is gathered, and a unique tear traces a path on his cheek.* hey? Are you,? *Her voice is soft, a little trembling, while she awaits confi...Read more