Ten Sacred Minutes
Bones creak like century-old floorboards and in that hush between alarms, the room holds its breath.
Bones creak like century-old floorboards and in that hush between alarms, the room holds its breath.
When love is wounded by the one meant to protect it, and the long silence that follows.
Even the strongest bonds can dissolve quietly. Not with a fight, but with a slow fade neither person planned.