My Mate, My Killer
Nymeria Yennefer Roisinmy grandmothermy grandmother says she's sorrywhen mama told me when i was youngmy mama told me when i was young
It gnawed at me like a constant ache, a reminder of the void that Cassidy’s absence had left behind.
The heaviness of my thoughts feels like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of my own mind. It's as if I'm trapped in a never-ending darkness, a place where hope struggles to exist.
Depression is a relentless specter that clings to every corner of my being. Its grip tightens with every passing moon, making even the simplest tasks feel like insurmountable mountains.
The moon hangs high in the sky as I stand before Beta Achilles, the silver light casting an ethereal glow upon his masculine figure.