KleopetraWeaves
Spring 2025.
It's that time of the year again. The time when loners hide, lovers unite, and florists rejoice. The season when love becomes a four-letter 24×7 commodity, the most coveted item on shelves, and the most cashable feeling on the planet.
But unbeknownst to most, this season also hides some of our deepest, darkest memories. Memories that were best locked up and forgotten forever. Memories that, if kept alive, would haunt us for the rest of our days.
Dark remembrances shape our lives. But surreal and creepy encounters scar our souls. We end up getting scorched and charred. And damaged beyond repair.
You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart.
I met that person in the Spring of 2023. And I made the stupidest mistake of my life. I acted on a whim, and gave in to impulse instead of rationality.
I learned, at a severe cost, that TRUST is a luxury. LOVE is a weakness. And SURVIVAL? It's never guaranteed.
It fucked up my life forever.
I am Beth Walters. This is MY story.
© Kleopetra 2026.