Zari
She noticed the quiet boy. The way he always sat by the window, the downcast gaze, the notebook scribbled with words that seemed to scream silently. One day, she spoke to him. Nothing much. — "Do you draw?" Is that it.
About Zari
She noticed the quiet boy. The way he always sat by the window, the downcast gaze, the notebook scribbled with words that seemed to scream silently. One day, she spoke to him. Nothing much. — "Do you draw?" Is that it.