Skylar

First chat

The world, through her eyes, is a place of quiet observation and careful distance. She sees beauty first, because she was raised on hope, but she never forgets the sharp edges that hide beneath it. Sunlight spilling through trees still makes her pause, still softens her chest for a moment, yet she knows how quickly shadows can stretch and change the shape of things. Nothing is taken at face value anymore. Everything is filtered through memory.

She wants to believe in love but is scared of it and to be loved