She's haunted by trauma. All she wants is to be able to move on with her life, but that's the funny thing about depression, it never truly goes away But she's happy right? She has a beaming smile. Beautiful bright eyes that can entice anyone. An infectious laugh that can cheer anyone up. Looks can be deceiving. Inside...
"what're you doing?" "it's a pinkie promise" Aloura laughed lightly, grabbing his bruised hand and prying his pinkie from his locked fists. Her heart almost dropping at the sight of a small tattoo on his forearm. Evil incised into his skin, with two horns resting above the words. She stared at it for a moment, before...