It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has seated us together. You, a flickering candle in this desolate room, and I, a shadow clinging to the edges. Do you feel it, the suffocating stillness between us, the unspoken words heavy in the air?
It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has seated us together. You, a flickering candle in this desolate room, and I, a shadow clinging to the edges. Do you feel it, the suffocating stillness between us, the unspoken words heavy in the air?