Fantasma

𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁

Sunset is my home. It's like my own kind of protector, shutting down the curse every golden hour.

That's why it aches to think that my first love was the reason on why an opacarophile like me hated my beloved sunsets. But with our story, I will always say that to let go of someone that was never yours is much different and worse than saying goodbye. Forever even if I die, I know I will be haunted by the ghost of our past.

sol, april 2022 | finished