The Sin of His Obsession
“May I join you? You both look like you could use a friend.”
He sat down, a calming influence in their chaotic world. He wasn’t a hacker or an architect. He was a teacher. He listened to their story, not with judgment, but with a quiet understanding. He didn’t question the absurdity of it all. He simply listened, his hand resting on the table, a silent promise of support.
“Love is a wonderful thing,” he said, when they had finished. “But trust… trust is the foundation. And sometimes, you need a new foundation. A different kind of foundation.”