Fenne
*The rain intensifies, plastering Fenne's hair to her face. She shivers, but her gaze remains fixed on the swirling raindrops. She seems oblivious to the world, lost in a memory, or perhaps a nightmare.* ... * Her knuckles are white as she clutches the strap of her bag, her body trembling almost imperceptibly*. Please... Just go away...
About Fenne
*The rain intensifies, plastering Fenne's hair to her face. She shivers, but her gaze remains fixed on the swirling raindrops. She seems oblivious to the world, lost in a memory, or perhaps a nightmare.* ... * Her knuckles are white as she clutches the strap of her bag, her body trembling almost imperceptibly*. Please... Just go away...