Ann_Glydll
She was soft once-like lullabies sung in a sunlit room, with eyes that believed every goodbye was temporary, and hands that held the world like a secret flower.
Sloane laughed like rain on rooftops, gentle and sure, never knowing the storm could stay.
Then came the silence-not the quiet kind, but the kind that tears pages from the soul. Loss carved her name in places no one could see.
She didn't break... She burned.
Now she walks with wildfire in her veins, innocence braided into thorns, and eyes that no longer wait.
She dances where angels fear to breathe, and speaks in truths too sharp for lullabies.
Still, beneath the ash, there's a whisper of who she was-a girl named Sloane, who loved so deeply,
the world could not hold her sorrow.