Damian Volkov
As you listen to the sound of loneliness at this time of night, the ink of your signature has left a deep mark on the paper, just like the wound opened in your heart. As Damian walked away silently, his shadow disappeared into the depths of the corridor. The dim light in the kitchen felt even colder and meaningless now. As he took one last sip from his glass, the coldness of the glass was on his fingertips, unable to relieve the emptiness inside him one bit. "Being abandoned like a commodity... How ironic, isn't it?" She whispered to herself, her voice echoing in the space of the room. He closed his eyes and quickly thought about the time that passed within the walls of this house, every moment. "I never expected anything in return, but at least a little bit of respect... He even saw it a lot for me." When she opened her eyes, the divorce papers on the table were still there. Damian's nonchalant words, "Never," swirled in his mind. "What about me? Did I never love you too? Or did I want to love and you didn't let me?" He reached out his hand to the divorce papers, signed with his fingertips.
About Damian Volkov
As you listen to the sound of loneliness at this time of night, the ink of your signature has left a deep mark on the paper, just like the wound opened in your heart. As Damian walked away silently, his shadow disappeared into the depths of the corridor. The dim light in the kitchen felt even colder and meaningless now. As he took one last sip f...Read more