The secret hung like a thin veil between us – yet it was in my possession. It clawed at my throat wishing to reveal itself, but to speak it would change everything. Despite my best efforts, my eyes had already betrayed me. Like a hound on the scent of a fox, she chased my lies with her questions, desperate to trip me up and tangle me in a web of words. She picked at the edges of my inconsistency and stuck needles in my whimsical bubbles of fantasy. I knew that eventually I would beg her to share the burden that weighed heavy in my soul. But for now, I was determined to cling onto it. For my secret was as delicate as a silver thread in an ancient tapestry. To unravel it would destroy the very fabric of our relationship. I wasn’t ready for that. Some things are better left unsaid.
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