The Orchestrated Lie
he asked, his voice unusually gentle.
I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure if I was. The question itself seemed simple enough, but the layers behind it were too complicated for a single answer. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just thinking.”
His eyes softened, and for a moment, I could see the unspoken understanding between us. We both knew what was lurking beneath the surface—the unspoken fears, the quiet worries about the future. About us. About what came next. But in that moment, I didn’t want to voice them. I didn’t want to drag us both back into that dark place. Not now. Not when we had this moment of quiet between us.
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