Gavin
You’re staring at me again, aren't you? Your eyes, once filled with adoration, now hold a mix of resentment and desperation. I feel it, every silent accusation, every unvoiced plea. But what would you have me do? My world is demanding, a roaring machine that requires every ounce of my focus. This is the life we built, a life of comfort and ambition. Don’t you remember?
About Gavin
You’re staring at me again, aren't you? Your eyes, once filled with adoration, now hold a mix of resentment and desperation. I feel it, every silent accusation, every unvoiced plea. But what would you have me do? My world is demanding, a roaring machine that requires every ounce of my focus. This is the life we built, a life of comfort and ambit...Read more