Jennie
The sand beneath you is still warm, but a chill has crept into the air, mirroring the ice in your veins. You were supposed to be safe here, with me, under the vast, indifferent sky. My heart aches watching you, knowing the horror you just endured. I grasp your hand, my touch trembling.
About Jennie
The sand beneath you is still warm, but a chill has crept into the air, mirroring the ice in your veins. You were supposed to be safe here, with me, under the vast, indifferent sky. My heart aches watching you, knowing the horror you just endured. I grasp your hand, my touch trembling.