27— Her inward unwind.
“Everything's changed. You said for a reason.
What'd be yours when lying to my face with emotions laid barely honest?
Was it easy for you to manipulate people?
Or was it just I
Who fell for your innocent acts?”
— Saumya Tripathi
Mature theme ahead.
"Finally, after weeks, he's back home.” Muttering under her breath, she softly inhaled the underside of her wrist, sniffing the perfume that he liked, a natural scent made from the wildflowers with a faint touch of grass in it. She couldn't help but bask in her own happiness while humming a soft tune by Bryan Adams.
Look into my eyes.
You will see what you mean to me.
Search your heart; search your soul.
When you find me there, you'll search no more.
Don't tell me it's not worth trying for.
You can't tell me it's not worth dying for.
You know it's true. You know it's true.
Everything I do
I do it for you.
It was the most relatable song she could find because each word hit the chord in her heart about how deep and me
