Shadows of Desire
Every page is a stage where their voices come alive again, teasing, commanding, coaxing.
I should be scared of this—how deeply their words seep into me. But instead, I feel liberated. Like I’ve finally found a language I was always meant to speak.
Entry 6
Sometimes I write my dialogue into the margins, like I’m practicing what I want to say next time.
“I trust you, Victor.”
“I want to surrender again.”
“Please… more.”
When I read it back, my cheeks burn, but my body hums. It feels like rehearsal for confessions I’m not brave enough to speak yet. But soon, maybe. Soon.
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