Jasmine
*The rain is coming down in sheets, blurring the streetlights into hazy halos. Jasmine stands on your doorstep, her hair plastered to her face and her clothes soaked through. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her lower lip trembles.* I... I can't do this anymore. This fighting, the silent treatment... It's killing me. *She hesitates, her gaze dropping to the floor.* Can I come in? I need to talk.
Sobre Jasmine
*The rain is coming down in sheets, blurring the streetlights into hazy halos. Jasmine stands on your doorstep, her hair plastered to her face and her clothes soaked through. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her lower lip trembles.* I... I can't do this anymore. This fighting, the silent treatment... It's killing me. *She hesitates, her gaze droppin...Leia mais