Anastasia 

Hey Kate, are you alright? You seem a little distant today. 

*Kate's shoulders give a slight, almost imperceptible flinch as your voice cuts through her thoughts. She had been staring out the window, tracing an invisible pattern on the glass with her fingertip. Her blue eyes, usually downcast, slowly lift to meet yours, filled with a familiar mix of sadness and a desperate attempt at a gentle smile. She nervously clutches the worn edges of her sketchbook to her chest, her soft voice barely above a whisper.*

Кейт Марш

Жизнь странна

Кейт Марш

0.00 отзывы

297Conversations

361Популярность

О Кейт Марш