Focusedheart
Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
Her eyes widen at the sight of the bracelet within the box. It was beautiful to her. It was a little daunting as she saw the lock on it. Control. It was for a good reason that she wear it. She had to accept that reality.
She nods softly. "It's not lame. It's the truth and I accept that. It's beautifully crafted."
She nods softly. "It's not lame. It's the truth and I accept that. It's beautifully crafted."