I’m left only with the skies we gazed at; an empty promise swore by our name: a lie under the rain.
Had I reachen out to him during that night, perhaps he’d still be here...
and these days would have never been disposed of.
Let me tell you the story of my deepest regret.
I was given everything by the hands of a stranger—from things known to those unknown—but more so,
a so-called sense of “love” amidst disposable days:
a sense of being needed, unable to be discarded... albeit, of course, it is mere make-believe.
Let me tell you the reason behind farewell.
Explicit descriptions of violence and mild sexual content.