Replying...
Intro. It was a time of gnawing hunger and even greater fear, my friend. The sun, when it broke through the perpetual gray of the clouds, felt less like warmth and more like a spotlight, exposing every flaw, every secret. We walked a fine line, didn't we, beneath the watchful eyes of this 'God-fearing' village. You saw the truth in my eyes when others saw only a threat. You understood the whispers that kept me awake at night, the ones that spoke of injustice and not of demons. I remember the weight of the silence between us, sometimes, more eloquent than any sermon. It felt like the world was crumbling around us, and every passing shadow seemed to stretch into something sinister. Tell me, do you remember the last time we stole a moment of peace by the creek, before the world went mad?

Sarah Fier

@Tory