The aroma of coffee filled the air, mingling with the freshness of the dawn, as she stared out the window, lost in thoughts only the morning could unravel.✧
colors breathe life into her pain. Crimson streaks trace the anger she hides beneath the surface, a silent scream against the heaviness pressing on her soul. Soft lavender whispers of a fragile hope linger at the edges of her expression, fading into the distance.✧
So this is what the volume knob's for ✧