Shadow Lover

Crimson Echoes

Crimson Echoes

The rain tasted like regret. Not a dramatic, sweeping kind of regret,

The Echo of Rain

The Echo of Rain

The rain tasted like regret, a familiar flavor on my tongue. It

Salt & Silence

Salt & Silence

The sand still held his scent. Not the sharp, immediate tang of

Salt & Silence

Salt & Silence

The rain had stopped, leaving the sand slick with a silver sheen.