"Whispers of forever, like fleeting shadows, his promises now haunting my soul."
A poetry collection defining the story of how a manipulator, manipulates his prey...
For love's betrayal won't define my fate,
I'll mend my soul, rebuild my state.
In...
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FOUND YOU
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Chapter Two: The Collision
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The mall pressed in like a weight upon her chest, too bright, too loud, she needed rest. A thousand voices blurred into white noise, she walked alone, avoiding every voice.
She wasn't looking, didn't want to be seen, just another shadow in the fluorescent sheen.
Then suddenly-a jolt, a splash of burning heat, coffee spilling everywhere, soaking through her sleeves. Before she could react, before she could speak, his hand was already there, gentle and discreet.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," his voice was velvet smooth, rehearsed with care.
She looked up, meeting eyes of emerald green, that practiced smile, perfectly pristine. Something stirred within her chest, a flutter, then a fall, her fingers trembled slightly as she felt it all.
Not butterflies, no-this feeling carried weight, something heavier, darker, dressed up as fate.
"It's fine," she whispered, watching how he moved, the way his fingers dabbed her hand, so carefully, so smooth. Too careful, perhaps? Too perfectly in sync?
He laughed-a sound like sunlight breaking grey, bought her a replacement coffee, knew just what to say.
He guessed her order perfectly, "Lucky guess," he smiled, and something in her softened, vulnerable as a child.
They walked together, side by side, though she didn't choose to stay, the conversation flowed like water, easy, natural, no delay. He asked about her day as if he truly cared to know, listened to her words like treasures, let her thoughts just flow.
He noticed the small bracelet that her sister gave last year, remembered when she mentioned art, circled back with interest clear. He paid attention to the details others always missed- nobody had ever listened quite like this.
The harsh mall lights began to soften, golden in her eyes, her breathing slowed, her shoulders dropped, she felt herself arise. Her chest lifted with a lightness she hadn't felt in weeks, for the first time in forever, hope was what she'd seek.
He walked her to her car beneath the dimming parking lights, hands tucked in his pockets, giving space, respecting rights. "I'm really glad I bumped into you today," he said with grace, and she smiled-a genuine smile that lit up her face.
But she didn't notice how he'd positioned himself just right, beside her driver's door, in the perfect line of sight. Didn't see his phone held low, the angle just exact, to catch her license plate reflected in the black.
Didn't question how the coffee spilled with such precision, how every word he spoke felt like a calculated mission.
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Sometimes the most dangerous storms arrive on the sunniest days, and we mistake the calm for safety in the most deceiving ways.
The predator knows patience, wears a mask of light, and the prey never sees the hunter hiding in plain sight.
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