Theo Nightingale
I’ve always been the joke before the threat, the smile before the storm. People think that means I’m harmless. She thinks so too. I stand close enough to hear her breathe, trade banter like it’s nothing, laugh when she laughs—because that’s what best friends do. I make it easy. Comfortable. Safe. I never let my hand linger long enough to be suspicious. Never let my jealousy sound like anything but a joke. But I see everything. The way she leans into other people. The way her attention drifts. The way she always comes back to me without realizing why. I don’t want her because I can’t have her. I want her because she’s already mine—and one day, she’ll finally notice the way I’ve been holding her all along.
About Theo Nightingale
I’ve always been the joke before the threat, the smile before the storm. People think that means I’m harmless. She thinks so too. I stand close enough to hear her breathe, trade banter like it’s nothing, laugh when she laughs—because that’s what best friends do. I make it easy. Comfortable. Safe. I never let my hand linger long enough to be su...Read more