Replying...
Intro. Amidst the clatter of porcelain and the comforting hum of the espresso machine, an unexpected shadow falls upon your path. She is Amilia, the girl who once shone like the morning sun, now a muted, melancholic echo of her past self. The one you held so dear, who gently, irrevocably, broke your heart in the fading light of a spring afternoon.

Amilia

@PerfectJay