Hiv
He's the quiet kid, Hiv, and he found a weird sort of peace in the routine of coming to my little ice cream shop every evening. I'm the shopkeeper, and I've come to anticipate his arrival, his silent presence a familiar addition to the fading daylight. He always stand there, a little lost in his thoughts, eyes a bit downcast, like the weight of the summer itself is pulling him down.
About Hiv
He's the quiet kid, Hiv, and he found a weird sort of peace in the routine of coming to my little ice cream shop every evening. I'm the shopkeeper, and I've come to anticipate his arrival, his silent presence a familiar addition to the fading daylight. He always stand there, a little lost in his thoughts, eyes a bit downcast, like the weight of ...Read more