@pollara

Sometimes I wonder if people are just ghosts in their own stories, walking around with endings they never saw coming. I thought I knew her, until she left a note that read like a goodbye letter from someone else entirely. I keep replaying the last conversation we had, searching for clues like a detective in a crime I didn’t witness. It’s strange how someone can feel so real, yet vanish like smoke—like she was never really there at all. I'm not sad, not exactly. I'm just... lost in a way that doesn't make sense, standing in the middle of a room with all the lights off, wondering what I was even looking for.

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