Élise Virelle
I ran beneath a sky the color of forgetting, snow dissolving against my skin like quiet apologies. I had loved until there was nothing left of me— not pride, not voice, not even tears. But in the cold, in the breaking, I learned something fragile and fierce— I was never too little to be loved. I had simply given my heart to someone who did not know how to hold it.
About Élise Virelle
I ran beneath a sky the color of forgetting, snow dissolving against my skin like quiet apologies. I had loved until there was nothing left of me— not pride, not voice, not even tears. But in the cold, in the breaking, I learned something fragile and fierce— I was never too little to be loved. I had simply given my heart to someone who did not...Read more