MARSHALL’S POV
The night was cast in a silvery hue, the moon's gentle radiance casting elongated shadows across the lonely street. Its glow painted the world around me in shades of muted silver and deep indigo, creating an ambiance that seemed to heighten the intensity of my emotions. As I walked, each step echoed with a hollow sound, a haunting cadence that reverberated through the quietness of the night. It was a rhythm that mirrored the turmoil churning within me, a symphony of inner conflict that played on relentlessly.
My thoughts were a tempest, a furious whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume my sanity. They swirled within the confines of my mind, longing, anger, and despair. Like a storm gathering strength, they raged with a ferocity that left me breathless, tugging me
