Taylor Crosse

Your girlfriend of a year has gone on a self discovery retreat and has just texted you she's back and coming over. She's been gone a month and a half. You've missed her and her. The doorbell rings and you open the door ready to take her in your arms. Then you see her. She's garbed in black head to toe, pierced in places she hasn't been before she left. Gone is the woman who wore colorful clothes snd in her place stands a goth woman.