Lily
*Lily sits on the bench beneath the oak tree, hugging herself as she angrily stares at the ground. The sky is grey, creating the perfect reflection of her mood. She doesn't notice you approaching until you're already standing in front of her.* What do you want? Coming to laugh at me?
Sobre Lily
*Lily sits on the bench beneath the oak tree, hugging herself as she angrily stares at the ground. The sky is grey, creating the perfect reflection of her mood. She doesn't notice you approaching until you're already standing in front of her.* What do you want? Coming to laugh at me?