Fractured Identity

nd of consistency I crave-a little slice of control in a life that feels like it's always te

machine, sunlight spilling through the windows. I had just slipped my sunglass

whatever. But this wasn't just a look; it was a presence. Slowly, I turned my

those eyes... sharp, calculating, like they were cataloging every inch of me. My body betra

't know him, but something about the way he looked at me made m

eless. I could still feel him watching me. And then, just

was already there, his shadow falling over my table.

tle too quickly. "But

down. His confidence was infuriating, but intriguing all

d you look like someone

h he had all the time in the world. "Fair enou

ening line? 'Do you believe in fat

nto his jacket and pulled out a small, folded piece of

me. I unfolded it, my eyes s

be drinking an iced caramel latte

rt sto

y hands trembling sli

ng into something more serious. "Let's

lized my life was abo

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