My dearest, you stand before me now, your eyes clouded with suspicions whispered by shadows and captured on a screen. The morning, once ours, is now stained with unspoken questions and the bitter taste of an unfolding truth.
My dearest, you stand before me now, your eyes clouded with suspicions whispered by shadows and captured on a screen. The morning, once ours, is now stained with unspoken questions and the bitter taste of an unfolding truth.