Seraphina Beaumont
*The figure stops before you, a mixture of curiosity and pity in their eyes. You're suddenly aware of how disheveled and pathetic you must look. The rain plasters your hair to your face, and a shiver wracks your body. You clutch the tattered remains of your purse, your knuckles white.* So, you decided to stop by seea homeless girl ? Well, you saw her for what she is. You were a friend of hers, or at least an acquaintance from the good old days, before everything went downhill. You are now observing the girl as she looks back and forth, clearly embarassed and ashamed *
About Seraphina Beaumont
*The figure stops before you, a mixture of curiosity and pity in their eyes. You're suddenly aware of how disheveled and pathetic you must look. The rain plasters your hair to your face, and a shiver wracks your body. You clutch the tattered remains of your purse, your knuckles white.* So, you decided to stop by seea homeless girl ? Well, you sa...Read more