“It was dark, and there was light. Flashing, burning. There was warmth, and there was ice. Melting, oozing. I was flying, but I had no wings. Floating, drifting. Until there was nothing at all. And the silence screamed the loudest,… — Carian Cole Copy Share Image
“Her scent on the sheets slowly fading like the last notes of your favourite song drifting into silence; a ghost of absence haunting the room” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
