CHAPTER 32 — A NAME THAT STARTS TO STICK
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📖 CHAPTER 32 — A NAME THAT STARTS TO STICK
POV: SERA
Lucien didn’t feel like danger.
That was the problem.
Danger usually announces itself in my life.
It’s loud. Heavy. Obvious.
Lucien was none of those things.
He was quiet in the way rain is quiet.
Constant, soft, easy to ignore until you realize everything around you is already wet.
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I started seeing him more often after that day.
Not always planned.
Sometimes he’d just appear near places I already went.
The bakery.
The small bookstore.
Even the corner pharmacy when Emma sent me out alone.
Always polite.
Always distant enough not to feel intrusive.
Always close enough to feel… present.
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“You again,” I said once when I saw him outside the bakery.
A small smile formed on his face.
“I keep hearing that like it’s a complaint.”
“It’s not,” I admitted quietly.
That made him pause slightly.
Like he noticed something in my tone.
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“You’re walking slower today,” he observed.
I looked at him briefly. “I’m fine.”
He didn’t respond immediately.
He just nodded once.
But his eyes didn’t leave me right away.
Like he was memorizing small details without trying to make it obvious.
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“You don’t ask a lot of questions,” I said after a moment.
“People usually volunteer what matters,” he replied calmly.
“That sounds like manipulation.”
A faint smile.
“Or patience.”
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I should have walked away faster.
But I didn’t.
Because being around him didn’t feel like pressure.
It felt like space.
And I hadn’t felt space in a long time.
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Emma noticed the change before I said anything.
“You’ve been going out more,” she said one evening while cooking.
“I need air.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I hesitated slightly.
Then didn’t answer.
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She turned to me.
“Sera… are you meeting someone?”
My stomach tightened slightly.
“No.”
Emma studied me carefully.
“You paused before answering.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
Silence.
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I looked away.
Because I didn’t know what Lucien was.
Not yet.
Friend didn’t feel correct.
Stranger didn’t feel correct either.
Something in between.
Something unclassified.
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That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Not because of fear.
Because of thoughts I didn’t fully understand yet.
Lucien’s voice replayed in my mind more than it should have.
Calm.
Steady.
Uncomplicated.
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I placed a hand over my stomach lightly.
The baby shifted faintly inside me.
A reminder I couldn’t escape anything anymore.
Not my past.
Not my present.
Not even my choices.
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The next time I saw Lucien, it was raining.
He was standing under an awning outside a closed café.
Like he had been waiting without waiting.
“Sera,” he said gently when I approached.
“You’re always here,” I said before I could stop myself.
“Or maybe,” he replied softly, “you’re starting to come here often enough to notice.”
That made me pause.
Because he might have been right.
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We stood in silence for a moment.
Rain hitting the street between us.
Comfortable silence.
That was new for me.
Too new.
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“You seem tired again,” he said after a while.
“I always am,” I replied without thinking.
A pause.
Then quietly—
“That shouldn’t be normal for you.”
Something in my chest tightened slightly.
Because he said it like it mattered.
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“Do you live alone?” I asked suddenly.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
“By choice?”
A faint smile.
“By necessity.”
That answer didn’t explain anything.
But it also didn’t feel like a lie.
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A gust of wind passed between us.
He stepped slightly closer—not enough to invade space, just enough to block the rain from reaching me.
A simple action.
Almost unnoticed.
But I noticed.
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“You take care of people easily,” I said quietly.
“I notice things,” he corrected.
“And then what?”
Silence.
Then softly—
“I decide what to do with them.”
That sentence should have scared me.
But it didn’t.
It just stayed in my mind.
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Before I could respond, my phone buzzed.
Emma.
I answered quickly.
“What is it?”
Her voice was tense.
“Sera… where are you?”
“I’m outside. Why?”
A pause.
“Just… come back quickly.”
Something in her tone felt off.
But I didn’t question it further.
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I lowered the phone slowly.
Lucien watched me carefully.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I hesitated.
Then nodded.
“Yes.”
Lie.
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But for some reason…
I didn’t feel like correcting it.
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As I walked away, I felt his eyes follow me.
Not heavy.
Not controlling.
Just present.
And for the first time in a long time…
I didn’t immediately feel like I was escaping something.
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I didn’t realize yet that this was how it starts.
Not fear.
Not love.
Just comfort.
And comfort…
is what makes people stay longer than they should.
- Writer
