The name's Claire, Claire Adams. I have medium height, with blue eyes that could find its way to your soul and shatter it to a million pieces. I'm nothing special, just... average. I have been broken, enough to say that i can't be fixed, my heart is swollen, and it aches every time i remember my past, those feelings i tried to burry so that i can´t be fooled with. I built walls around me, forcing myself to avoid eye contact, to not trust, but that doesn´t always work, right? I tried my hardest, so that they could leave me in my own self. But that doesn't always end that way.