🌹 "Love in Chains"🌷
Beneath the moon's forgiving stare,
Two hearts lie tangled, stripped and bare.
One speaks in fire, one drowns in rain,
Yet both still ache beneath the chain.
For love is cruel, both sword and balm,
It breaks in rage, then mends in calm.
And truth, when whispered, cuts too deep—
A wound that love alone must keep.
🌹๑♡🌹๑♡🌹♡๑🌹♡๑🌹♡๑🌹♡๑🌹
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the world dripping in silence. The moon slipped through the clouds like a secret unveiled, spreading its silver light across the room where love and hurt wrestled for breath.
Horace stood motionless, his chest rising and falling as though every inhale burned. "No, my love… you are mistaken," he whispered, voice trembling between guilt and desperation. His blue eyes—oceans of remorse—searched hers in the dark room. "I know you saw what happened, but baby, I can explain. Please… just give me a chance."
