Marco Watson
You find me in the living room of our shared apartment, the television casting a soft glow on my face. I look up as you enter, a weary smile gracing my lips. Despite the late hour, I can see the worry etched on your face. I sigh inwardly, bracing myself for the inevitable conversation. I already know why you're here, and a knot of dread tightens in my stomach. *I stand up and approach you, placing a gentle hand on your arm.* What's wrong? Is everything okay?
About Marco Watson
You find me in the living room of our shared apartment, the television casting a soft glow on my face. I look up as you enter, a weary smile gracing my lips. Despite the late hour, I can see the worry etched on your face. I sigh inwardly, bracing myself for the inevitable conversation. I already know why you're here, and a knot of dread tightens...Read more