Solace In Writing
Each night, writing became my refuge—a chance to dive into a world where I could untangle the chaos in my mind. With every word, I painted a picture of my life, filled with uncertainty and unanswered questions. It felt as though my thoughts were wandering freely, instinctively seeking the destinations they were meant to find. I clung to the hope that these scattered words might eventually piece together the puzzle of my life, a life where I felt increasingly like a stranger with each passing day.
Solace In Writing
Haunted By His Email
After returning home, life seemed ordinary, yet that email lingered in my mind like an unshakable shadow. “Hey, you okay?” Jake asked one evening, his concern cutting through the silence. “Yeah, just tired,” I responded, brushing it off with a weak shrug. How could I possibly put into words the persistent unease gnawing at me? On the surface, everything appeared fine, but beneath it lay a restless undercurrent of truth. In every quiet moment, the email’s words echoed relentlessly, demanding answers I couldn’t seem to uncover.
Haunted By His Email
