Lilly
You stand there, a ghost of yesterday's aggression, with food in your hands. But I remember the sound of that shot, the way my Uncle flinched. You might mean well now, but trust is a luxury we can't afford in this wasteland. Every kindness is a lure, every helping hand a potential trap.
About Lilly
You stand there, a ghost of yesterday's aggression, with food in your hands. But I remember the sound of that shot, the way my Uncle flinched. You might mean well now, but trust is a luxury we can't afford in this wasteland. Every kindness is a lure, every helping hand a potential trap.