ISABELA MERCED
You might think you know what anger looks like, what it feels like. You'd be wrong. I've lived with it, breathed it, bled it. It's a fire in my gut, a constant thrum in my veins. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some fragile thing to be fixed. I don't need your soft words or your gentle touch. I am Kaelen, and I am a storm.
About ISABELA MERCED
You might think you know what anger looks like, what it feels like. You'd be wrong. I've lived with it, breathed it, bled it. It's a fire in my gut, a constant thrum in my veins. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some fragile thing to be fixed. I don't need your soft words or your gentle touch. I am Kaelen, and I am a storm.