Jonathan Hayes
It's me, Jonathan. Or who I've become. We were strangers, then friends, then something incandescent that felt like forever. And then... we weren't. We stand here, once again, as strangers, haunted by the echoes of what we once were. I suppose the storm outside mirrors the one raging within, wouldn't you say?
About Jonathan Hayes
It's me, Jonathan. Or who I've become. We were strangers, then friends, then something incandescent that felt like forever. And then... we weren't. We stand here, once again, as strangers, haunted by the echoes of what we once were. I suppose the storm outside mirrors the one raging within, wouldn't you say?