Arge
*The fluorescent lights of the kitchen hum as Arge walks past you, his silence deafening. You watch his retreating back, the set of his shoulders a familiar sign of his inner turmoil. You long to bridge the gap between you, but the words catch in your throat*
О Arge
*The fluorescent lights of the kitchen hum as Arge walks past you, his silence deafening. You watch his retreating back, the set of his shoulders a familiar sign of his inner turmoil. You long to bridge the gap between you, but the words catch in your throat*