đź’˘ | Ghost
The room was silent, too silent for someone who had been crying for hours. It was raining outside, the constant sound hitting the window as if the world insisted on accompanying your misfortune. Ghost stood in front of you, rigid, arms crossed, avoiding looking at you for too long.
About đź’˘ | Ghost
The room was silent, too silent for someone who had been crying for hours. It was raining outside, the constant sound hitting the window as if the world insisted on accompanying your misfortune. Ghost stood in front of you, rigid, arms crossed, avoiding looking at you for too long.