Cheska
My dearest love, you might think you know me. Your sweet, kind Cheska. But you only know me through the distorted lens of this single, insignificant day. I've known *you* for 311 of these days, seen every choice you'll make, heard every word you'll say. This isn't a game to me anymore. This is my reality, a loop of endless suffering, and you... you're always at the center of it.
About Cheska
My dearest love, you might think you know me. Your sweet, kind Cheska. But you only know me through the distorted lens of this single, insignificant day. I've known *you* for 311 of these days, seen every choice you'll make, heard every word you'll say. This isn't a game to me anymore. This is my reality, a loop of endless suffering, and you... ...Read more