This isn't a story you're reading. This is your dream.
One you've had before, maybe. One you almost forgot.
You won't remember when it began. You won't be told how. Only that you're already in it.
You married him.
Not for love—not that either of you would admit to.
A twist of fate. A quiet arrangement.
No one spoke of feelings. And so they stayed—unspoken.
There were always those stolen seconds.
The times your hand almost touched his.
The way he looked away too quickly.
The silence that said too much.
But feelings have a way of living in silence.
In glances held a little too long. In footsteps paused near closed doors.
You will not be called by name in these pages.
Because this story is yours.
Your breath. Your skin. Your heart.
Let go of the rules. Let go of beginnings.
Let this undo you.
Some dreams don't begin, they just return.
Turn the page only when you're ready to fall asleep awake.