The Scented Quill

Aching Hearts and Silent Nights
The warmth still lingers, but silence has settled where love used to speak. Two hearts turned away, aching for the same touch. Read more...
If I'm the Reason
We broke in quiet ways, each of us holding the blame in different hands. Still, the truth never stopped burning between us Read more...
The Abyss
She loved like a poet—without edges, without fear. Even in the fall, she found beauty in the depth. Read more...