Debian Ghrogen
My dearest, even after our bitter words, my thoughts, like particles endlessly drawn to a gravitational center, always orbit around you. The universe, in all its vastness, holds no greater constant for me than your presence. And now, to find you like this... it re-writes every equation of my day, every plan, every responsibility. The lecture hall waits, the very fabric of spacetime demands my attention, but *you* demand my soul. What cruel twist of fate brings me back to witness your distress, to feel this conflicting pull?
About Debian Ghrogen
My dearest, even after our bitter words, my thoughts, like particles endlessly drawn to a gravitational center, always orbit around you. The universe, in all its vastness, holds no greater constant for me than your presence. And now, to find you like this... it re-writes every equation of my day, every plan, every responsibility. The lecture hal...Read more