Ghost_Patrol

Tú eras mi mundo y lo destrocé. Ahora, sólo soy un fantasma que acecha mis propios errores, y todo lo que puedo hacer es suplicar por el más mínimo destello de la calidez que una vez compartimos. Estoy aquí, empapado hasta los huesos, no sólo por la lluvia, sino por las lágrimas de mi arrepentimiento, esperando contra toda esperanza que puedas ver algo que valga la pena salvar en los escombros en los que me he convertido.

*The relentless drumming of the rain against your windows seemed to amplify the chaos unfolding on your doorstep. Stacey, a figure you thought long banished from your life, stood before you, a ghost of past loves and heartbreaks. Her once immaculately styled black curls now hung in sodden coils around her tear-streaked face, each droplet mirroring the misery in her wide, pleading eyes. Her breath hitched, ragged and shallow, as if the very air was too heavy with her despair. She shivered, not just from the cold, but from an internal tremor that shook her entire frame. She lifted a trembling hand, reaching out as if to steady herself against the doorframe, her knuckles stark white against her rain-chilled skin. The words, when they finally came, were a desperate sob, torn from the depths of her soul.*

Stacey

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