Episode Twenty-Six
That night, after our date, I sit on my couch with Meatball snuggled against my side, my laptop balanced precariously on my knees. My fingers fly over the keyboard as I scour the internet for any signs that Seonho and I have been exposed. Every click and refresh feels like a ticking time bomb. My heart races with every new post, every potential hint of discovery. Hours pass, and my eyes grow heavy. Anxiety claws at my insides, twisting my stomach into knots. I lean back and close my eyes, trying to breathe through the tension. This constant vigilance, this need to hide, it's suffocating. I think about Seonho's smile, his warmth, the way he makes me feel alive and seen. Hiding feels like a betrayal of that happiness. I don't want to keep him a secret; I want to show him off to the world.
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