Does It Hurt?

Just who am I?

That question has long since escaped my memory. Ever since I fled that house with nothing more than the clothes on my back and socks on my feet because I was so desperate to get away. I never again walked in anything but stolen shoes after that day.

Maybe I’m just a girl looking to faceless men for answers about what life is all about? They were all so easily forgotten. prior to his arrival. I took his name in exchange for him making me forget mine under a waterfall.

Vitale, Enzo.

A mysterious man who will always be in love with the deep sea. or rather, its resident predators. It appears that he and the monsters he feeds are not all that dissimilar. He seduced me.