Women

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the cabin, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. The scent of pine and damp earth…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. Below, the city sprawled out like a glittering, anonymous ocean, lost in…

Rain lashed against the panoramic windows of my penthouse apartment, mirroring the tempest brewing within me. The city lights blurred into streaks of neon, a chaotic reflection of the thoughts…