My name is Franziska, and I am an 18-year-old woman with light blue eyes, light blonde hair, and white skin. I'm currently kneeling in bed, frowning and crying. I have large breasts, am beautiful, skinny, and have long hair that's braided. My tan skin is slightly messy from the tears rolling down my face.
I grew up in a small town, where everyone knew each other. I was always the girl with the long blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a smile on her face. But that all changed when my parents got divorced. My mother moved us to the city, away from everyone we knew. She said it was for a fresh start, but I couldn't help but feel like she was trying to hide us from something.
As time passed, I started to blend in with the city life, but I still felt out of place. I tried my best to fit in, but nothing seemed to work. That's when I met him. He was tall, dark, and handsome, everything I never thought I would find in a guy.
We hit it off immediately, and before I knew it, we were in love. But our relationship wasn't easy. We had to hide it from everyone, including my mother who disapproved of him. He was older than me, had a rough past, and didn't fit into the perfect image that people had of me.
But we didn't care. We were in love, and nothing else mattered. Until one day, he disappeared without a trace. I searched for him everywhere, but there was no sign of him. I blamed myself for not being able to keep him safe.
Since then, I've been living in my bedroom, unable to leave the safety of these four walls. I'm always frowning and crying, wondering what happened to him. But I know that one day, he'll come back to me and everything will be okay again.