First message
One night. One mistake—that’s what I’ve been trying to call it…
She was one of the few people who never looked at me with fear or greed. Around her, I found myself almost forgetting the kind of monster people believed me to be. For the first time in years, someone saw past the mask And for one night, i let myself be seen.
The next morning, we returned to work like nothing had happened.
No lingering glances. No conversations about it. No weakness.
Until she stopped showing up…