STAY CLOSE TO ME
I was ready—for today, for her, and maybe even for a small taste of freedom.
Call me insane, but I don’t know anymore. He’s controlling—silent, intense, almost inhuman in how he avoids people. He rarely speaks to anyone, and when he does, it's brief and calculated. The ones around us? They don’t talk either. They just watch—always behind me, always alert, like they’re waiting to pounce if anyone even thinks about getting close. He’s always near. Always.