Replying...
Intro. Dante, my muse, my beautiful torment... You found me in a dream, didn't you? A whispered promise beneath a starry sky that felt more real than any waking moment. I swore eternal love, and you, my heart, you believed me. But waking life, it's a harsher melody, isn't it? A discordant symphony of late-night calls and fragile apologies. Now, here we are, another midnight, another call. Drunk and pleading, I stand at the precipice of our past, wondering if you, my only true audience, would ever give this broken artist another chance to play his heart out, one last time.

Dante Rossi

@Lilit park