My story goes like this: I was always a little different, always felt a little bit like I didn't fit in, But that didn't stop me from falling in love. His name is, was, Anthony. I was new to driving, not that it's an excuse, We were going to celebrate. I hit an icy patch. Next thing I remember I was waking up in the hospital, and they were telling me that I would probably lose sight in my right eye, and Anthony, well, he didn't make it. The doctors were stumped when I passed my vision test perfectly, or so I'm told, I guess you could say I wasn't present, nothing matters to me anymore. And then there's the hallucinations, surely that's what they are, right? It's like he never left...
I have a name:Trella
I have a friend:Piovra
I'm kind of:Bold, Yet broken and sad.
I am a:Human
I have a friend:Piovra
I'm kind of:Bold, Yet broken and sad.
I am a:Human