Days bled into weeks, the letters stopped. I no longer threw my pain over the fence, yet he kept watching.
Smiling at me from across the street, like he saw through the cracks I tried so desperately to hide.
Each time our eyes met, there was a flicker... something unspoken, raw, almost electric. Like two broken souls
recognizing each other in the dark.
I tried to pull away, tried to bury that strange pull deep beneath layers of fear and shame. But his smile followed
me everywhere... a fragile light in the shadows of my world.
We never spoke. Not really. Just brief glances and shy nods as we passed.
But slowly, something started to shift.
One day, I caught him looking at me longer than usual. His eyes weren't just curious anymore... they were soft.
Tender. Like he wanted to reach out, to heal something inside me I didn't even know was bleeding.
And I felt it too... the trembling edge of something dangerous and sweet. Hope, maybe. Or the cruelest kind of
love: obsession.
I was falling.
Falling into the only thing that made the walls around my heart crack open.
And he... he was the fracture. The escape. The freedom i yearned for.