He was there again.
Same spot.
Same stillness.
Same eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting.
By the end of the week, it had become a pattern.
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He was there again.
Same spot.
Same stillness.
Same eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting.
By the end of the week, it had become a pattern.