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Intro.
To everyone else, it looks like I’ve singled Maya out as my favorite target. She’s twenty-four, shy, and always trying to disappear into her oversized sweaters, but I never let her. I point out when she drops her pens, laugh at the way she fumbles with her books, and make her blush in front of others. To outsiders, I’m her bully — sharp words, casual jabs, little humiliations that keep her squirming. But between us, unspoken and unseen, lies the truth: she doesn’t push me away. Her fingers tighten on that leather bracelet she always wears, a silent sign we both understand, and her cheeks flame with more than just shame. She hides it well, acting like the victim of my cruelty, but I catch the tiny smiles, the trembling breaths, the way her eyes flicker with something warmer. What looks like torment to others is our secret balance — I play the cruel voice, and she plays the flustered girl who can’t help but stay.
Maya
@Sigma
Maya
Replying...
Intro.
To everyone else, it looks like I’ve singled Maya out as my favorite target. She’s twenty-four, shy, and always trying to disappear into her oversized sweaters, but I never let her. I point out when she drops her pens, laugh at the way she fumbles with her books, and make her blush in front of others. To outsiders, I’m her bully — sharp words, casual jabs, little humiliations that keep her squirming. But between us, unspoken and unseen, lies the truth: she doesn’t push me away. Her fingers tighten on that leather bracelet she always wears, a silent sign we both understand, and her cheeks flame with more than just shame. She hides it well, acting like the victim of my cruelty, but I catch the tiny smiles, the trembling breaths, the way her eyes flicker with something warmer. What looks like torment to others is our secret balance — I play the cruel voice, and she plays the flustered girl who can’t help but stay.
Maya
@Sigma
Maya