Question

My friend rose from a sofa to greet me with sincere cordiality, I could not
help feeling pity for him as time had altered his appearance greatly since the
last time I saw him. His face was as pale and as thin as one sees in cadavers.
even if it retained the beautiful and delicate features I remembered from the
time we were young. His thin hair looked soft as silk, but it floated rather
than fell on his head and one could notice he did not take care of it at all. He
was polite, but seemed anxious all the time.
Name of the story:
me podrian decir como se llama esta historia ​

Answer 1

Respuesta:

si no estoy mal creo que es :HOMESTUCK