It lingered in the space between us, a tension neither of us could name but both felt. Her presence stayed with me long after she left, a quiet warmth I couldn’t shake. The way her eyes held mine, the brush of her hand—too deliberate to ignore.
I told myself it was fleeting, that it would pass. But when her absence ached more than her touch ever could, I knew the truth. I craved her. I welcomed the way she unravelled me. It wasn’t a question of right or wrong anymore, only of inevitability. We were standing at the edge, and neither of us could resist the fall.
I told myself it was fleeting, that it would pass. But when her absence ached more than her touch ever could, I knew the truth. I craved her. I welcomed the way she unravelled me. It wasn’t a question of right or wrong anymore, only of inevitability. We were standing at the edge, and neither of us could resist the fall.