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KARLThe job wasn’t nearly as brutal as they made it out to be. Moving crates, stacking boxes, and pretending to care. It was all mechanical. The hard part wasn’t the labour, it was the act. Every day, I pulled on the same mask: Karl, the dependable guy. A boy with a quiet smile, a solid work ethic, no opinions, no complications. A man who blended in just enough to be forgotten.But that wasn’t me, not really.I slipped into the back corner of the warehouse, where the shadows bled into the cracks of the cinderblock walls and the air smelled like old oil and rusted steel. The buzz of forklifts and clanging metal softened to a low murmur. This was where the real work happened. The person who made the architectural structure of the warehouse did a really good job. Apart from the fact that it had lots of hidden areas, it allowed the public just enough to see the lies put out, but not enough to see too much. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the burner phone. The cheap phone was p
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MIGUELWhat in the actual fuck?Shock rooted me to the doorway, my breath catching like a blade in my throat. Salvatore’s lips were on Karl’s. Their bodies were too close, locked in an intimacy that wasn’t mine. My heart slammed against my ribs, echoing louder than my thoughts. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My eyes burned, cemented to the scene I was never meant to see.Salvatore. My Salvatore. The man who whispered in the dark that he loved me. The man who had dissected me like a lab experiment. Kissing Karl?I couldn’t breathe.I should have just stayed at home. I didn’t have to see this.This was what he always kept himself busy with.I took a step forward, my legs trembling under the weight of everything I wanted to say that couldn’t leave my lips.Salvatore’s lips were still wet with moisture from Karl’s. It made me… fucking mad!!!“Miguel,” Salvatore breathed like my name was a lifeline.My body moved faster than my mind. My hand shot out and cracked across Karl’s face. “
