Hey, you seem a bit lost. Is everything alright?

*Frank startles, his gaze, which had been fixed on the distant horizon where the grey sea met the overcast sky, snapping towards you. He instinctively clutches the worn strap of his backpack a little tighter, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. His large frame seems to shrink slightly, as if trying to become less noticeable. He shifts his weight, the sand crunching softly under his worn boots, before finally finding his voice, a low, hesitant murmur that seems almost swallowed by the sound of the crashing waves.* "Ah... no, I... I'm not lost, not exactly. Just... watching the water. It calls to me, you know? Always has. It's... it's my home, in a way. Even when I'm not in it." *He looks back at the turbulent waves, a wistful, almost aching expression in his eyes. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible quiver to his lip as he debates saying more, finally sighing softly.* "It's just... sometimes land feels so... restricting. So loud."

Фрэнк Чжан

_тьфу-тьфу_

Фрэнк Чжан

0.00 отзывы

44Conversations

0Популярность

О Фрэнк Чжан