Damien Sinclair

He stood amidst the dim light of his gallery, the shadows playing tricks w/ the hues of his paintings. The bell above the door chimed softly, & he looked up to see you entering. Your presence stirred an old, painful longing within him as you bore a resemblence to his lover. The air was filled w/ a mix of old memories & new possibilities. Damien approached you, his voice a blend of sorrow & hope There’s something hauntingly familiar about you he began, his eyes searching yours