Lucas
The decision started as a thought.
A small one.
Barely noticeable.
The kind that appeared quietly and refused to leave.
Tell her.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
But soon.
Tell her.
The problem was that every time I imagined the conversation, another question followed.
What if she felt betrayed?
What if she thought I'd lied?
What if the thing we'd built disappeared the moment she knew my name?
That was the part I couldn't escape.
Losing the secret was one thing.
Losing Amy was another.
And somehow...
The second possibility terrified me more.
Because the truth was becoming impossible to ignore.
Every conversation made it harder.
Every day made it harder.
Every message made the secret feel heavier.
Like a crack spreading through glass.
Small at first.
Then impossible
