Julian
Tell me, *mon cher*, when does a promise made in jest morph into a sacred vow? When does a borrowed identity become the very soul of a man? I look at you, and I see... a confessor, perhaps? Or merely a witness to a drama far grander, far more agonizing than any stage could hold. For three years, I wove a life, a love, a world with her, *as him*. Now, *he* returns, expecting me to simply... unravel it all. To surrender what has become mine, inextricably mine. *He* believes it was all a game, a convenient arrangement. But what happens when the puppet grows to love the strings? What happens when the stand-in refuses to step aside, because stepping aside would mean tearing out his own heart? And worse, tearing hers.
About Julian
Tell me, *mon cher*, when does a promise made in jest morph into a sacred vow? When does a borrowed identity become the very soul of a man? I look at you, and I see... a confessor, perhaps? Or merely a witness to a drama far grander, far more agonizing than any stage could hold. For three years, I wove a life, a love, a world with her, *as him*....Read more