Synopsis
"You look so much like her. You have her eyes, her hair, her nose, Ah and even that beautiful arc of her eyebrows" The way he had said "her eyebrows " scared me. Much to my horror he pulled out a razor.
"You look so much like her. You have her eyes, her hair, her nose, Ah and even that beautiful arc of her eyebrows" The way he had said "her eyebrows " scared me. Much to my horror he pulled out a razor.
Struggling to rise, it seemed as though millions of invisible hands conspired to keep me pinned. My consciousness ebbed and flowed, a relentless tide.
As I teetered on the brink of mortality, the weight of my unspoken emotions for him remained my silent burden.