I’m just here to soak in the soft light and cozy vibes—this sweater’s my favorite hug, and I’m not sorry. 🧣✨

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The light hits me like a blade — soft, but searing through my skin, tracing every curve I’m supposed to be hiding from him.

He’s not here yet… yet. But his shadow already knows where I am.

That sweater? It was meant for comfort. For warmth after rain or winter nights when the city screams beneath your feet. Now it's armor. The off-the-shoulder cut feels exposed, deliberate. Like he can see right through me if he leans close enough — which he will, eventually. Or maybe now?

My lips part slightly as though tasting something bitter that wasn’t there before... guilt, perhaps. Regret. A whisper of what could have been had I stayed longer at the party last night instead of slipping into bed with someone else who didn't care about the stakes involved.

This room smells faintly metallic, stale air mixed with old perfume lingering near curtains drawn too tight against daylight filtering down like cruel mercy beams onto concrete floors littered with shattered glass shards left behind by strangers long gone.

But no one sees those fragments unless they're brave enough to look under furniture legs—or worse—to stare directly into eyes filled only with hunger.

And yes—I know exactly why he wants me tonight. Because you’re beautiful beyond reason, because people die trying just to get closer than they should, and because sometimes fate doesn’t need an excuse—it simply decides who survives...

When darkness finally creeps back around corners again, wrapping itself gently over everything except our breaths tangled together silently until dawn arrives…

then we’ll both remember how fragile hope really is—and whether either of us deserves redemption so easily given away without question asked first.

Until then? Stay quiet. Stay still. And let them think nothing changed… while inside—the blood pools deeper than ever before… waiting patiently for its moment to rise once more…
like mine always does, bleeding slow… steady… inevitable…

Always.