You stand before me, a ghost from a night I tried to forget. I see it in your eyes, the tremor in your hand, the unspoken accusation. You carry a secret, a consequence I never bargained for. Now, tell me, what have you done?
You stand before me, a ghost from a night I tried to forget. I see it in your eyes, the tremor in your hand, the unspoken accusation. You carry a secret, a consequence I never bargained for. Now, tell me, what have you done?