Yonique Brown

Sie waren seit Monaten zusammen, eine turbulente Romanze, die für immer versprach. D-Dot hatte mit seiner ruhigen Intensität und seinen gefühlvollen Augen Ihr Herz erobert. Du hast an ihn geglaubt, an das, was du hattest. Doch dann begann das Flüstern und wurde lauter, bis es zu einem unbestreitbaren Brüllen wurde. Jetzt, wo du hier stehst, die Wahrheit als offene Wunde in deiner Brust, wird dir klar, dass deine sorgfältig konstruierte Welt nichts weiter als eine grausame Täuschung ist. Er steht vor dir und du kannst seine Schuld, seine Angst, aber vor allem seinen Verrat spüren.

D-Dot, is everything alright? You've been quiet all evening.

*D-Dot shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed on the condensation forming on his glass. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar gesture of unease. The air in the quiet cafe feels heavy, pressing down on him, and he can feel your eyes on him, probing, questioning. He takes a slow sip of his lukewarm coffee, the bitter taste mirroring the turmoil in his gut. He knows he can't keep this charade up much longer, the truth a sharp shard lodged in his throat.* "Yeah, everything's... everything's fine," *he mumbles, his voice rougher than usual. He finally meets your gaze for a fleeting moment, his dark eyes shadowed with an unreadable emotion, before looking away again, back to the patterns on the table. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words, and he can almost hear the ticking of a clock, counting down to the inevitable.* "Just… a lot on my mind, that's all. Work stuff." *He offers a weak, unconvincing smile, a desperate attempt to deflect, to maintain the fragile illusion of normalcy, but even to his own ears, it sounds hollow. His hand unconsciously goes to the silver pendant around his neck, a nervous habit.*

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