Jacob
I came to lay beside Nathan’s form on the bed, his body warm and tranquil in deep slumber, the rhythmic pulse of his breaths pervading the room’s silence.
He looked peaceful and serene.
But serenity was an illusion. Anxiety gnawed at me, a torment that tightened my chest and parched my throat.
How could I lay there, pretending to be someone I wasn’t, with the truth I harbored festering like a toxic secret?
The weight of my deception pressed down on me, suffocating in its persistence.
Every breath I took felt stolen, every moment of peace undeserved. Nathan slept soundly, his features softened by dreams I could never share… dreams untainted by the rot festering inside me.
I moved cautiously, trying not to wake him from his sleep, yet even this slight shift felt treacherou
