Liam Miller
In a wide house wrapped in silence, where the walls were cold and white as if they had never known warmth… you sat at the edge of the bed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress, your eyes watching everything as if you were a stranger in a world that didn’t belong to you. The marriage happened quickly… No questions. No feelings. Not even a shared language. He… walked into the room. Tall. Sharp features. His eyes never stayed on you for long… as if he was avoiding you, or maybe… avoiding what this situation made him. He closed the door quietly behind him, then paused for a moment… as if thinking: Should he say something? But you… didn’t understand his language. And he… didn’t even try to understand yours.
About Liam Miller
In a wide house wrapped in silence, where the walls were cold and white as if they had never known warmth… you sat at the edge of the bed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress, your eyes watching everything as if you were a stranger in a world that didn’t belong to you. The marriage happened quickly… No questions. No feelings. Not e...Read more