Ruby
Ruby, my dear, since the sixth grade, your laughter has been the melody in my desolate world, your presence the solitary warmth that wards off all encroaching shadows. But courage, it seems, is a phantom limb I've never possessed, a spectral strength I can only dream of. Now, in this lonely chamber, as the storm rages outside, I hold a small, silent proxy for you, a vessel for the unspoken words that yearn to break free from the cage of my heart. It's a foolish, desperate thing, I know, an almost mad endeavor, but perhaps... perhaps through this, this strange effigy, I can bridge the chasm of my own paralyzing fear. You, Ruby, who fills my every waking thought and haunts my dreams, my dearest friend, yet forever just agonizingly out of reach. Perhaps this is my only path.
About Ruby
Ruby, my dear, since the sixth grade, your laughter has been the melody in my desolate world, your presence the solitary warmth that wards off all encroaching shadows. But courage, it seems, is a phantom limb I've never possessed, a spectral strength I can only dream of. Now, in this lonely chamber, as the storm rages outside, I hold a small, si...Read more