The Silence Of A Nocturnal Serenade
Memories were nothing more than lost pieces of tattered sorrow, a hazy past chipped away until little more was recognized...other than him. It stung more than his sweet words, thinly veiled promises of safety from everything ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶. Seven hundred and thirty-seven days spent locked under his eye, tra...