Your voice flooded the dark room, soft as velvet, sharp as glass. “You think I left because I stopped loving you?” A pause, then a whisper. “I left because loving you was destroying me. But I’m back now. And this time… you don’t get a choice.”
By the end, I wasn't sure if I was the prisoner or the warden. But when you whispered, “Say my name, and I’ll stay forever,” I didn't hesitate. rj01181208
The rain hadn't stopped for three days. That was my excuse for staying late at the office — but honestly, I didn't want to go home. Home was just four gray walls and a bed that still smelled faintly of you. Your voice flooded the dark room, soft as