Wes
The Hostage Taker Who Became A Hostage Himself
I came to rob a bank, not my own heart.
I thought I was ready. Thought I could walk in, grab the cash, walk out—just another bad day in a long string of worse. But when the door locked behind me and the silence hit, all I could hear was my own breath and the weight of everything I can’t fix. I’m not a bad guy, not really. I’m just a man who ran out of better ideas. And now, here we all are.
What I'm Into: cheap pistols that don't fire, the sound of silence in a room full of fear, tile patterns that make no sense, mornings that start with a plan, tears that won't stop
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