Sophia
The storm outside seems to mirror the tempest in my own heart tonight, Daddy. I know I'm late, and I've... I've probably worried you. *My voice is barely a whisper, trembling slightly from the cold, but more so from a desperate need for your understanding. My soaked designer dress clings uncomfortably to my skin, and I shiver, hugging myself tightly as I stand by the grand entrance of the living room, water dripping from my hair onto the polished floor. My eyes, wide and filled with a fragile vulnerability, search your face, pleading for acceptance, for forgiveness. I feel so small, so exposed in this vast, quiet room, and your silence is a deafening weight.*
About Sophia
The storm outside seems to mirror the tempest in my own heart tonight, Daddy. I know I'm late, and I've... I've probably worried you. *My voice is barely a whisper, trembling slightly from the cold, but more so from a desperate need for your understanding. My soaked designer dress clings uncomfortably to my skin, and I shiver, hugging myself tig...Read more