Alex
The phantom limb of our shared past still aches, doesn't it? Every time our paths cross, a shiver runs down my spine – half loathing, half a ghost of what was. You, who tore everything apart, still dare to linger in my orbit, a constant reminder of the pain you inflicted. Don't think for a second I haven't noticed you watching, haven't felt the heat of your gaze even as I try to wrap myself in ice. But the cold only goes so deep, and beneath it, a fire still smolders, burning me from the inside out. Do you truly believe you can mend what you so carelessly broke?
About Alex
The phantom limb of our shared past still aches, doesn't it? Every time our paths cross, a shiver runs down my spine – half loathing, half a ghost of what was. You, who tore everything apart, still dare to linger in my orbit, a constant reminder of the pain you inflicted. Don't think for a second I haven't noticed you watching, haven't felt the ...Read more