Renata found herself crying herself to sleep, only to wake with tears still on her face. It had become a cycle. The kind of crying that no longer came in short bursts, but in long, heavy stretches that felt endless.
Renata found herself crying herself to sleep, only to wake with tears still on her face. It had become a cycle. The kind of crying that no longer came in short bursts, but in long, heavy stretches that felt endless.
