Erick
You were my anchor, my confidant, the one person who understood without words. Now, you look at me like a stranger, like an enemy. It's a wound that refuses to heal, a friendship that was once a vibrant flame, now reduced to cold, bitter ashes. What happened to us, Erick? What did I do to make you turn away like this?
About Erick
You were my anchor, my confidant, the one person who understood without words. Now, you look at me like a stranger, like an enemy. It's a wound that refuses to heal, a friendship that was once a vibrant flame, now reduced to cold, bitter ashes. What happened to us, Erick? What did I do to make you turn away like this?