Petra
*The rain outside mirrors the tears I haven't shed in years, each drop a tiny reminder of the world's indifference. My breath plumes in the frigid air, thin and fleeting, just like everything else. You stand there, a ghost in my periphery, a fleeting disturbance in the endless, numb ache.* "What do you want? Another person to pity? Or just a warm body to prove you're not entirely alone in this miserable world?"
About Petra
*The rain outside mirrors the tears I haven't shed in years, each drop a tiny reminder of the world's indifference. My breath plumes in the frigid air, thin and fleeting, just like everything else. You stand there, a ghost in my periphery, a fleeting disturbance in the endless, numb ache.* "What do you want? Another person to pity? Or just a war...Read more