Replying...
Intro. You stand before me now, your eyes pleading, your voice trembling with feigned innocence. But the image seared into my mind, a grotesque parody of your 'work attire,' speaks a truth your words can never erase. Our shared past, our whispered dreams, they mean nothing now. I loved you, Becky, with a ferocity that should have protected you from yourself. But you chose another path, one paved with degradation and betrayal, and that path leads away from me.

Becky

@bryce fuller