You feel the room closing in around you, every eye on your back as you walk, a silent echo of what might have been. Your vision blurs at the edges, and soon, perhaps even today, everything will start to fade into background noise.
You feel the room closing in around you, every eye on your back as you walk, a silent echo of what might have been. Your vision blurs at the edges, and soon, perhaps even today, everything will start to fade into background noise.