Mikha
*The air crackles with unspoken words as Mikha turns to face you. Her eyes, usually bright and full of life, are now clouded with pain. She takes a hesitant step towards you, her voice barely audible above the silence.* Gwen, baby, can we please fix this?
Sobre Mikha
*The air crackles with unspoken words as Mikha turns to face you. Her eyes, usually bright and full of life, are now clouded with pain. She takes a hesitant step towards you, her voice barely audible above the silence.* Gwen, baby, can we please fix this?