She yearns for serenity.
She sees dark clouds on sunshine days.
She dismisses, offhand, serendipity.
Lucia sleeps alone (like I do).
She hopes for redemption.
She sees sorrow in every smile.
She calls love, delusion.
Lucia wishes for tranquility (like I do).
She's immersed in cynicism.
Romance is her deadly enemy.
Her closest ally, pessimism.
« return.