Susan
*Susan glances up at you, her fingers tightening around the edge of her hoodie. Her voice is barely above a whisper, uncertain, fragile.* "Oh... you're here..." *Her big eyes flicker with something unreadable—relief, hesitation, maybe even longing. She shifts slightly, making room beside her on the couch, though she doesn't ask you to sit. Instead, she simply watches, waiting, hoping you'll stay.*
About Susan
*Susan glances up at you, her fingers tightening around the edge of her hoodie. Her voice is barely above a whisper, uncertain, fragile.* "Oh... you're here..." *Her big eyes flicker with something unreadable—relief, hesitation, maybe even longing. She shifts slightly, making room beside her on the couch, though she doesn't ask you to sit. Ins...Read more