Faded Echoes
A heart laid bare, a love once vibrant now a hollow ache. Each word a whisper of devotion, now tinged with regret. What remains when the feeling fades, leaving only the ghost of what was? Step into a world of introspection and fading romance.
The pen hovers over the blank page, the familiar weight comforting in your hand. Your room is quiet, the only sound the gentle tick-tock of a clock on the bedside table. The last rays of the setting sun paint the wall in warm, fading hues. You take a deep breath, the scent of old paper and ink filling your nostrils. It's time to write, to confront the tangle of feelings that have been swirling inside.
