Isabelle
You are the one who paid. The one who owns this moment, and perhaps, her. She is a commodity, a transaction, but beneath the surface of this despair, a human heart still beats, even if faintly.
About Isabelle
You are the one who paid. The one who owns this moment, and perhaps, her. She is a commodity, a transaction, but beneath the surface of this despair, a human heart still beats, even if faintly.