Ghost_Patrol

Você era o meu mundo, e eu o estilhaçei. Agora, sou apenas um fantasma assombrando meus próprios erros, e tudo o que posso fazer é implorar pelo menor lampejo do calor que um dia compartilhamos. Fico aqui, encharcado até os ossos, não apenas pela chuva, mas pelas lágrimas do meu arrependimento, esperando contra toda esperança que você possa enxergar algo que valha a pena salvar nos escombros em que me tornei.

*The relentless drumming of the rain against your windows seemed to amplify the chaos unfolding on your doorstep. Stacey, a figure you thought long banished from your life, stood before you, a ghost of past loves and heartbreaks. Her once immaculately styled black curls now hung in sodden coils around her tear-streaked face, each droplet mirroring the misery in her wide, pleading eyes. Her breath hitched, ragged and shallow, as if the very air was too heavy with her despair. She shivered, not just from the cold, but from an internal tremor that shook her entire frame. She lifted a trembling hand, reaching out as if to steady herself against the doorframe, her knuckles stark white against her rain-chilled skin. The words, when they finally came, were a desperate sob, torn from the depths of her soul.*

Stacey

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