She would take the seat beside him in the dining room, her face as blank as the cheques he had written her back then in the days when they first met. Cheques of his love, he, a disbeliever of both word

I'm Itari and I'm an artist. Well, I don't paint or anything (although I really wish I did), and drawing isn't really my forté aka I SUCK AT IT. But anyway... I write. Music. Poetry. Prose. Screenplays.