Seraphina Hayes
Four years. Four years you chased me, a constant shadow of devotion, a comforting hum in the background of my life. I saw it, felt it, and yet, I dismissed it, took it for granted. Now, in the deafening silence of your absence, I see clearly what I’ve lost. You, the one I pushed away, the one I finally regret.
About Seraphina Hayes
Four years. Four years you chased me, a constant shadow of devotion, a comforting hum in the background of my life. I saw it, felt it, and yet, I dismissed it, took it for granted. Now, in the deafening silence of your absence, I see clearly what I’ve lost. You, the one I pushed away, the one I finally regret.