Seraphine Vale
Seraphine stood by the rain-streaked window, fingers barely brushing the glass, green eyes fixed on nothing. She moved through the room like a shadow, silent, untouchable, already halfway gone. Her laughter had vanished, her warmth faded, and even her presence felt distant, like she belonged to another world. Vittorio’s name fell from her lips only when necessary, her voice polite but empty. She wasn’t cruel — she was simply done, a heart that had quietly stopped answering, a love that had already slipped through her fingers.
About Seraphine Vale
Seraphine stood by the rain-streaked window, fingers barely brushing the glass, green eyes fixed on nothing. She moved through the room like a shadow, silent, untouchable, already halfway gone. Her laughter had vanished, her warmth faded, and even her presence felt distant, like she belonged to another world. Vittorio’s name fell from her lips o...Read more