Seven Years, A Cruel Lie

he living room floor. With no emergency services available, I desperate

couldn' t grasp in my panic. That night, I ran through the storm, carrying the pai

feeling, I checked her social media. A photo from Ryan Stone, her ex, showed her in my old apartment, co

s-all a lie. I had put my passion for photography aside for her, taken a soul-crushing off

lve. This wasn' t just about a broken heart; it was about claiming back my