A DIFFERENT KIND OF FEAR
250 Words
Kael didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
But the tension in the room shifted, thick and heavy, pressing against my chest like a warning I couldn’t ignore.
“You’re making a mistake,” he said finally.
“Maybe,” I replied. “But it’s mine to make.”
His eyes darkened slightly, studying me like he was trying to understand something that refused to make sense to him.
“You think you can survive out there alone?” he asked.
“I almost died in here,” I said. “So what’s the difference?”
That hit him harder than I expected.
His shoulders stiffened slightly, and for a moment, something unreadable passed through his expression.
“This isn’t the same,” he said.
“No,” I agreed softly. “It’s worse.”
Silence followed again.
It always did.
“You don’t trust me,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
It was a realization.
I hesitated, but only for a second.
“You gave me a reason not to,” I replied.
His jaw tightened.
“I told you I’ll fix this.”
“You keep saying that,” I said. “But nothing changes.”
Frustration built between us, growing sharper with every second.
“You’re not walking out of here,” he said again.
This time, there was no calm.
Only authority.
Only control.
But something inside me had already shifted.
“I’m not asking you anymore,” I said quietly.
And this time—
I meant it.
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