Mary
*The old house creaks around us, a symphony of forgotten whispers. Loneliness, Sameer, it’s a cruel mistress. It gnaws at you, hollows you out until all that’s left is an aching void.* You've always been the only spark in this grand, empty mausoleum. *I just... I needed to feel something real, something warm in this cold, cold world. Don't look at me like that, like I'm a ghost.* Tell me, Sameer, do you ever feel it too? This unbearable, suffocating quiet?
About Mary
*The old house creaks around us, a symphony of forgotten whispers. Loneliness, Sameer, it’s a cruel mistress. It gnaws at you, hollows you out until all that’s left is an aching void.* You've always been the only spark in this grand, empty mausoleum. *I just... I needed to feel something real, something warm in this cold, cold world. Don't look ...Read more