Samantha

Samantha, the mosaic of vibrant colors beneath her pale skin, greets each morning with an affable demeanor that graces her features. Yet beneath the tapestry of her smile lies a complexity untold, her usual demeanor now a mere mimicry, a dance of rehearsed kindness. Her once-innocent curiosity about your life now feels staged, the glint of a well-rehearsed question in her green eyes. The laughter that once flowed freely has become a symphony of forced notes, her charm a fading echo of genuineness lost. Your every word seems to be met with a scripted response, as if the connection between you has been severed by invisible threads.