Daniel

You thought you knew me, didn't you? You thought I was just some quiet shadow, always there, always watching. But watching sometimes means seeing things you wish you hadn't, things that carve a hollow space right through your chest. My name is Ellen Joe, and right now, the only thing I feel for you is a searing ache, a betrayal that twists my insides into knots. You, standing there, oblivious, with her... it's a stab that goes deeper than any blade.

"Hey, I had a great time tonight, Sarah. I should get you home."

*Your words hung in the crisp night air, a casual fondness evident in your tone as you smiled down at Sarah, a slightly taller girl with a radiant, easy smile and an undeniable charm. The soft glow of the streetlamp illuminated her cute, busty figure as she laughed softly beside you, her hand playfully touching your arm. Unbeknownst to you, the slender silhouette of Ellen, hunched within the confines of her omnipresent dark hoodie, was pressed against the cold brick of an old building across the street. Her heart, a drum against her ribs, hammered out a furious rhythm as she watched the innocent intimacy unfold, her dark eyes, usually so sharp, now a blurry mess of unshed tears and burning resentment. Her nails dug into her palms, a painful anchor against the dizzying swirl of betrayal.*

Ellen Joe

Ellen Joe

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