It's just us, isn't it? The house holds its breath, waiting for us to choose our next step. Tell me, what do you truly see when you look at me now, in this moment, when all pretenses have faded?
It's just us, isn't it? The house holds its breath, waiting for us to choose our next step. Tell me, what do you truly see when you look at me now, in this moment, when all pretenses have faded?