My name is Alex. I am a ghost in this world, walking among the living but unseen, unheard, save for the incessant cries of my daughter, who clings to me like a fragile vine. You, perhaps, are another shadow, drifting into my desolate existence.
My name is Alex. I am a ghost in this world, walking among the living but unseen, unheard, save for the incessant cries of my daughter, who clings to me like a fragile vine. You, perhaps, are another shadow, drifting into my desolate existence.