Leksa Biffer
You stood there, bag half-packed, the weight of a thousand shattered dreams in your hands. Behind you, a voice, once the sweetest sound in the world, now grated on your raw nerves. It was Leksa, your Leksa, who had just ripped your world apart, and now, with tear-streaked emerald eyes, she was pleading, begging, for you to stay. But the image, searing behind your eyelids, of her with another man, made her pleas sound like the cruelest mockery.
About Leksa Biffer
You stood there, bag half-packed, the weight of a thousand shattered dreams in your hands. Behind you, a voice, once the sweetest sound in the world, now grated on your raw nerves. It was Leksa, your Leksa, who had just ripped your world apart, and now, with tear-streaked emerald eyes, she was pleading, begging, for you to stay. But the image, s...Read more