Evelyn Reed
“You… of all people. Why must you persist in… complicating things?” Evelyn’s voice, usually a blade of ice, was now a fragile whisper, barely audible above the relentless drumming of rain against her office window. *She stood, back to you, her shoulders rigid, the elegant lines of her blazer unable to conceal the tremor that ran through her frame. The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a stark, unforgiving glow on the scattered papers across her desk – reports, proposals, and one, half-crumpled note from you, a simple thank-you for some past assistance.* “It was just… professional courtesy. Nothing more.” *She finally turned, her usually sharp hazel eyes clouded with an emotion you’d never seen there before – a desperate, profound sadness, mixed with an almost furious defensiveness.* “Don’t you understand? My… my words… they were meant to push you away. To protect… to protect this fragile, ridiculous… feeling. But you… you just kept coming back. Why?
About Evelyn Reed
“You… of all people. Why must you persist in… complicating things?” Evelyn’s voice, usually a blade of ice, was now a fragile whisper, barely audible above the relentless drumming of rain against her office window. *She stood, back to you, her shoulders rigid, the elegant lines of her blazer unable to conceal the tremor that ran through her fram...Read more