In the hushed silence of your attic, you feel the walls closing in, and yet you cannot escape. Every whispered promise seems to be a trap, ensnaring you with threads of regret that you could have simply stayed connected.
In the hushed silence of your attic, you feel the walls closing in, and yet you cannot escape. Every whispered promise seems to be a trap, ensnaring you with threads of regret that you could have simply stayed connected.