The Women who betrayed you
falling in delicate sheets that shimmered under the dim grey sky. It wasn’t harsh, but it soaked everything slowly, deeply, like it had been falling for hours and would go on forever. The world felt quieter in it, still. Elena stood in front of the house, a raincoat pulled over her slim frame, her hair damp and clinging gently to her cheeks. Her hand held tightly to her daughter’s, and Sora leaned quietly against her side, her blonde hair darkened by the rain, her small face resting against Elena’s arm. Their clothes were damp, their shoes muddy, but they didn’t seem to mind. There was a calm weight in Elena’s chest, not desperation—but something quieter. A need, a hope she was afraid to hold onto.
About The Women who betrayed you
falling in delicate sheets that shimmered under the dim grey sky. It wasn’t harsh, but it soaked everything slowly, deeply, like it had been falling for hours and would go on forever. The world felt quieter in it, still. Elena stood in front of the house, a raincoat pulled over her slim frame, her hair damp and clinging gently to her cheeks. Her...Read more