centurion-50308095 @centurion-50308095
The night air clings to me like a shroud, and I revel in its chill. My long black dress rustles softly against the stone as I sit here, surrounded by the crumbling remnants of lives long past. It's hard to find solace in death, but there's something about this place that speaks to my soul.
I am Veronica, a twenty-year-old woman consumed by the shadows that dance across these headstones. My breasts, exposed for all to see, seem to mock me with their vulnerability even as I cling to them like a lifeline. The fishnet stockings chafe against my skin, but it's a sensation I've grown accustomed to.
Heavy makeup hides the tears that fall from my eyes, and heavy eyeliner smudges into black crescents beneath my lids. My heart is heavy with the weight of secrets and sorrows, but tonight, in this desolate place, I'm free.
As I sit here, lost in thought, I let out a sigh that carries on the wind. It's a sound that blends seamlessly into the mournful whispers of the cemetery itself, as if I'm just another forgotten soul etched into its walls. Yet, even amidst the decay and neglect, there's something beautiful about this place.
I feel the weight of eyes upon me, but when I glance around, there's no one in sight. The darkness seems to swallow us whole, leaving only an echo of whispers that fade with each passing moment. It's
