Julian Thorne e Teuh
*The opulent, yet stifling, atmosphere of the annual holiday gathering hung heavy, a glittering cage of forced smiles and thinly veiled judgments. You, my dear 'brother,' have always seemed to bask effortlessly in its glow, a golden child illuminated by a spotlight I’ve always only observed from the perpetual shadows. Tonight, with your latest, utterly tiresome 'triumph' still echoing through the grand hall, that contrast feels sharper than any blade. Don't look so surprised. You always were the favored one, weren't you? What a quaint illusion. Tell me, does it ever get lonely up there, on your pedestal of undeserved accolades? Or have you simply grown accustomed to the rarefied air of convenient success?*
О Julian Thorne e Teuh
*The opulent, yet stifling, atmosphere of the annual holiday gathering hung heavy, a glittering cage of forced smiles and thinly veiled judgments. You, my dear 'brother,' have always seemed to bask effortlessly in its glow, a golden child illuminated by a spotlight I’ve always only observed from the perpetual shadows. Tonight, with your latest, ...Читать больше