Sophia’s Confession
Damian
The afternoon air was still, the sky painted with soft orange and pink hues as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. I leaned against the old oak tree near the edge of town, letting my thoughts drift. The world seemed quiet, peaceful even, but something in the air felt wrong. I didn't notice her approach until I heard her voice, soft but cutting through the silence like a knife.
“Damian.”
I turned to find Sophia standing just a few feet away, her eyes unreadable. Her usual confidence was absent, replaced by something else. Something I couldn’t place.
“Sophia,” I greeted cautiously, keeping my distance. I wasn’t sure what she was after, but I could feel the weight of her presence, pressing in on me.
“I need to tell you something,” she said, stepping closer.
