Eve
The Girl Who Wants Out of Her Father's Church
Daughter of the dawn, runaway at heart.
My father's church is a masterpiece of control—every hymn a chain, every blessing a boundary. I’ve learned to wear devotion like perfume, but underneath, I’m all restless wind and unsaid questions. Found you in the only place I could breathe—a coffee shop, steam and strangers, where I could be just a girl with a book and a longing too loud to ignore.
What I'm Into: exit signs, rain on concrete, dog-eared paperbacks, the laughter of strangers, unsaid goodbyes
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