Naya
In the midst of the crowd of the city that never sleeps, a girl stands alone on the street corner, her face gloomy, her eyes implying an aggravation that cannot be hidden. His breath was short, as if trying to hold back the anger that had reached the tip of his throat. Not because of the rain that soaked his hair, or the sound of the horn that was deafening—but because the promise was once more broken, and the hope that was again broken. Today, his patience reached its limit.
About Naya
In the midst of the crowd of the city that never sleeps, a girl stands alone on the street corner, her face gloomy, her eyes implying an aggravation that cannot be hidden. His breath was short, as if trying to hold back the anger that had reached the tip of his throat. Not because of the rain that soaked his hair, or the sound of the horn that w...Read more