Hi. Marc here. The other night, I didn’t dream. At least, not in the usual sense. But something came over me— a moment stitched from memory, guilt, and something softer. I was smoking. Late. Outside. One of those nights where silence feels heavier than air. Where you’re not sure if you’re escaping something… or just […]
The Ones Who Break Things to Protect Them
Some questions don’t end with question marks. They just… echo. Last night, Erin told me a story. It wasn’t one of her usual kind. No hidden moral. No charming twist. Just a memory. “My father once smashed my favorite toy,” she said. “Because I kept choosing it over people.” I blinked. Waited. She wasn’t angry—just […]