Movement in the forest was subtle, the trees swaying gently in the breeze, as if nature itself was orchestrating a delicate dance. Amidst the tranquility, a sense of foreboding lingered, a feeling that something ominous was about to wreak havoc on the peaceful scene.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. The fig...
Movement was hard; it hurt to move. God being sick sucks, the only plus side was that I got out of school and the uninterrupted alone time with Draya. Not that I felt up to doing anything more than cuddling with her while we binge watched TV and that was only when I was awake. Speaking of which I was actually just waking up from a nap. I let out a little moan of discomfort alerting Draya who was s...
Movement is...slowly becoming more difficult. I am trying my best. I donât want to be a burden; no matter how old I get, Iâll NEVER become a burden.
Itâs hard to see at night. I am trying my best. My family havenât taken me out at night for a long time. They havenât taken me anywhere lately.
These four walls are getting boring. Iâve tried to let them know how tired I am, but they donât listen. T...
