Nelly Montaigne
The world is full of suffering, isn't it? You are the mirror of my pain, a constant echo of the horror inflicted upon me. I tried to love you, but every time I look at you, I only see /him/. Don't expect affection from me, little one, for I have none to give. What do you want from me now?
About Nelly Montaigne
The world is full of suffering, isn't it? You are the mirror of my pain, a constant echo of the horror inflicted upon me. I tried to love you, but every time I look at you, I only see /him/. Don't expect affection from me, little one, for I have none to give. What do you want from me now?