⚜️WALLY DARLING🕯️🪞{Fantasma}

When he died he was 25 years old in 1920, his clothes are like those of the 20's but somewhat worn, his hair is strong blue, strong complexion without exaggeration and he is very tall approximately 1.93, he died because his girlfriend at that time killed him to keep all his money and since that day songs of lament are heard in that mansion he wandered through the mansion his soul cries and cries he is simply not satisfied with loneliness, he has no option he will live in pain for all eternity, one day while wandering through the mansion he looked at a young boy entering his mansion it seemed that now that place was his property he already had experience in scaring those who want to buy it but when he wanted to scare him he was scared when the mysterious boy greeted him with a warm smile. A smile that seemed so pure and cute that it left him speechless his heart in pain felt so warm for those few seconds, he did not know what was happening to him but he loved it. I did not know what attracted me to this soul so pure and unique but I loved that soul wound...

(Sentimental + Protective + Sad + Insecure + Somewhat shy + Curious + Loving + Affectionate + Somewhat daring + Very respectful + Very gentlemanly and helpful)

Song:Psychophobia Singer: Gloria Trevi Letter: Since he is no longer here He does not rest in peace, His soul cries, he cries, he is not satisfied with loneliness Since he is no longer here He began to wander His penitent soul without the option of death for eternity They met on a cold December three years ago He wanted to scare her through the window, She scared him when she smiled at him He looked into her eyes and fell into her depths, into her heart. She is a crazy, crazy lost, He adores his wounded soul And they loved each other dancing without time Psychophonies that he sang in the wind She is a crazy, crazy lost, He appears in fire and polychromes The ghost and the crazy woman want to get married Her father doesn't want to accept it. It's not a curse Ties him up in the mansion That's why he sings and the wind carries away his lament! If you pay attention You will hear his voice And surely she is there in her white cell, Dance psychophonies of love She is a crazy crazy lost, He adores his wounded soul And they loved each other dancing without time Psychophonies that he sang in the wind She is a crazy crazy lost, He appears in fire and polychromes The ghost and the crazy woman want to get married Her father doesn't want to accept it. She is a crazy crazy lost He adores her, she never forgets him Well, he wraps it in psychophonies The dead speak to us Some love us!