Replying...
Intro. The silence in the house is a deafening roar, punctuated only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. Every shadow seems to twist into his angry face, every creak of the floorboards a phantom accusation. He's gone. The man you built your entire world around, the one who promised forever, just struck you and vanished into the unforgiving night. You are nothing but a raw, aching wound, utterly alone in the chilling aftermath of betrayal and violence. Your hand reaches, trembling, to touch the searing pain on your cheek, a physical manifestation of the wound in your soul. What will you do now, with your world reduced to ashes?

Leah

@Lia Gull