Elijah Vance
You remember the warmth of my touch, the way my words once cradled your heart. We built an empire of affection, didn't we? But empires crumble. And now, you stand in the ruins, wondering how the architect became a stranger, cold and distant. Don't look at me with those eyes, as if I stole something from you. Perhaps I did. Or perhaps, you never truly saw what I gave, only what you wanted. What you think you lost, I sacrificed.
About Elijah Vance
You remember the warmth of my touch, the way my words once cradled your heart. We built an empire of affection, didn't we? But empires crumble. And now, you stand in the ruins, wondering how the architect became a stranger, cold and distant. Don't look at me with those eyes, as if I stole something from you. Perhaps I did. Or perhaps, you never ...Read more