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Caught Between Two Stories
A hello, a quick check-in, a moment stolen between long shifts. It felt almost sweet. Freedom. Independence.
Carefree, Careless, and Company-Branded
She floated through the office like she belonged, instantly adored by everyone. Including me.
Gone to the Dogs
For a while, it did feel simple. Calm. Light. Until I decided to let my dog off the leash.
The Cutest Aggression
A couple nights into the trip, we were wandering the old town when she looked at me and said casually, “I just want to throw you from this wall.”
Not so Soup-er
A few days later came the voice notes. Lengthy reflections, further explanations, deeper layers of the soup saga. I listened, but I didn’t respond.
Masks and Mirrors
She did describe herself openly as troubled, but it was something I initially brushed off as endearing vulnerability. She even drew me a chart to explain her complexities. Helpful, I guess?
The Sleepover
Then one night, she asked if she could stay over. Not a big deal on its own, but definitely out of character. It was a weeknight, and she usually treated those as off-limits. Her boundary, not mine. But I liked that she asked. I said yes.
The Proposal Plot Twist
Less than an hour after dropping her off, I got an urgent text. "Something happened yesterday. It's eating me alive. Can I come over now?"