Not perfect lover
The glowing screen reflected my own face back at me—calm, composed, but with a storm brewing just beneath the surface.
I held it up, capturing a perfect shot of the fireworks crackling across the sky. Bright reds, greens, and golds danced above, masking the turmoil I carried within.
"Beautiful, isn’t it?" a woman near me said, her eyes glowing with the reflection of the bursts above.
I nodded without looking at her. "Yeah. Beautiful."
But beauty was deceptive. The fireworks were a distraction—a spectacle to make people forget the shadows in their lives. Just like Logan did, dazzling the world with his success while hiding the ruin he left behind.
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