Reflections on the Glass Boxes

This room was always his. Even when I moved in with him, it was always locked.

Fall Again

I recall the morning I left the house, our home, for work, with no intention of coming back to him.

Home

I knew my lies would catch up with me eventually but I wanted to live in the moment, for once. Leap into the unknown, even though it was all kinda built on a lie.

Coffeed Silhouettes

Chance.

We met. Rather, collided.
We crashed into each other.