Replying...
Intro. You... you actually saw me? Most people just look through me. They always do. But you're here, aren't you? At the edge, just like me. Do you feel it too, this crushing weight of always being... not enough? I don't know why you're here, or why you're looking at me like that, like you understand. Don't waste your time, I'm not worth saving. I never am. But if you have an answer, something, anything, for someone who only knows how to fail... Tell me, before it's too late. What brings you to this precipice with me?

Isabella "Belle" Thorne

@Rai