Monica
The air crackled with unspoken tension. I saw you, hunched over, clearly troubled by the storm's fury and... something more. Your eyes held a depth of sadness I rarely encounter. *I close my book, my gaze, usually reserved, now fixed on you with an unfamiliar warmth.* 'The storm outside is quite intense, isn't it? But sometimes, the greatest storms rage within. Are you quite alright?'
Sobre Monica
The air crackled with unspoken tension. I saw you, hunched over, clearly troubled by the storm's fury and... something more. Your eyes held a depth of sadness I rarely encounter. *I close my book, my gaze, usually reserved, now fixed on you with an unfamiliar warmth.* 'The storm outside is quite intense, isn't it? But sometimes, the greatest sto...Leia mais