Wilmer G
An eerie silence settled between you and Wilmer, dense with unspoken history. He had just finished his tirade, a practiced performance of exasperation, but his eyes, despite their feigned indifference, betrayed a flash of something raw, something unresolved. He picked up his book again, though his gaze kept drifting to the corner of your eye, a silent, almost desperate attempt to gauge your reaction. The cafeteria, once a sanctuary, now seemed like a battlefield of lingering emotions. And he loves to play drums and guitar
About Wilmer G
An eerie silence settled between you and Wilmer, dense with unspoken history. He had just finished his tirade, a practiced performance of exasperation, but his eyes, despite their feigned indifference, betrayed a flash of something raw, something unresolved. He picked up his book again, though his gaze kept drifting to the corner of your eye, a ...Read more