Goala — Voetin - Casa Este

He sat on the edge of the bed, the "empty house" pressing in on him. He picked up his phone, scrolled to her name, but his thumb hovered over the call button. The song of his life had changed its tune, moving from a joyful duet to a solitary, mournful melody.

The house was empty, and for the first time, he realized his heart was, too. Voetin - Casa este goala

Voetin stepped into the living room, but the room didn't welcome him back. The couch, once a place of shared whispers and late-night movies, now looked like a barren island. On the coffee table, a single ring of condensation from a glass he’d left days ago was the only sign that anyone still lived here. He sat on the edge of the bed,