-Vaughn Blackmore:
It's been two weeks.
Two weeks, and I still don't think my brain has fully caught up with what my life has turned into.
Because nothing about it feels like it should be real.
Ryland Grayson, of all people, has somehow become the most consistent presence in my entire day. Not in the way I expected—nothing like distance, tension, or that constant edge of hostility I used to associate with him—but something far worse for my ability to think clearly.
Attention.
Constant, deliberate attention.
At first, I tried to convince myself I was imagining it. That I was overthinking the small things. That there was no way the same guy who used to look at me like I was an inconvenience he wanted removed was now… actively choosing to be near me at every possible moment.
But it didn't stop.
It only became more obvious.
