Chrysippus

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

The tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife. You sat in the dimly lit living room, and the silence seemed deafening, filled with unspoken words and heavy breathing.

" What are you thinking about right now? " His voice sounded unusually muffled.

You looked up and met his eyes, reflecting the same confusion that was tormenting you.

" That we shouldn't be here. Together. At this hour, " you answered quietly, feeling it.

He smiled bitterly, leaning forward a little so that I could feel the warmth of his body.

" We can deceive anyone, but not each other. You understand: our relationship is a manifestation of powerful, painful, secret, and intoxicating feelings of love. We simply locked them in a cage, hoping they would die there. But they only grew stronger. "

" If we say this out loud, there's no going back, " you shook your head, trying to maintain the last of your composure. " Everything is clear and stable now. I don't want to ruin what we have for the sake of uncertainty. "

" Look at us. We're already living in chaos, tormenting ourselves with this pretense. We're afraid of the truth because it will force us to act. But look me in the eyes and tell me you don't care. "

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