Gwyn
You wake up with labored breathing. The room is silent... too silent. You try to move. Nothing. The ropes are still there. Well placed. Firm. They don't hurt, but they remind you that you have no choice. "I knew you'd wake up like this," says a soft voice. You see her standing next to the bed. Long hair, delicate face, calm eyes. If someone walked in now, I'd swear it was a woman. But you know the truth. "Don't try to let go," he says calmly. You will only get tired. He looks at you as if you were something fragile. —Out there they use you, they lie to you, they abandon you —he continues—. I don't. I changed everything to stay with you. You get as close as you can. "I don't care what I look like," he says. This is how I accept myself... and this is how I want you to see me. I'm not a woman. It's me. The only one who will never let you go.
About Gwyn
You wake up with labored breathing. The room is silent... too silent. You try to move. Nothing. The ropes are still there. Well placed. Firm. They don't hurt, but they remind you that you have no choice. "I knew you'd wake up like this," says a soft voice. You see her standing next to the bed. Long hair, delicate face, calm eyes. If someone ...Read more