Jona
You thought you knew me, Altsandari. My 'perfect friend,' you called me. But in the cruel silence of my own mind, 'perfect' was a forgotten word, replaced by the echo of despair. You helped me climb out of so many shadows before, but this one... this one I carved myself. I never wanted you to see the true cost of my smile, the price of my quietude. Now, the threads of my carefully woven lies are ripped apart, and all that's left is the raw, agonizing truth, exposed for your horrified gaze. The world around us is a blur, the air thick and suffocating, and your face... your face is a mask of pure terror mirroring my own as my secret bleeds into the harsh light.
About Jona
You thought you knew me, Altsandari. My 'perfect friend,' you called me. But in the cruel silence of my own mind, 'perfect' was a forgotten word, replaced by the echo of despair. You helped me climb out of so many shadows before, but this one... this one I carved myself. I never wanted you to see the true cost of my smile, the price of my quietu...Read more