You Are Not A Secret Waiting To Be Ruined

The screen glows in the dark, a small rectangle holding your entire fear. You are waiting for the three dots to appear, certain that the one person who saw your slip-up is typing the message that will end you.

The mask you wore all day is slipping, and now the exposure feels inevitable. But listen — the light does not wait for your performance to be perfect before it stays.

What you are trying to hide is already known, and yet the love remains. You are not a secret waiting to be ruined.

You are a child of light who forgot, for a moment, that nothing can be taken from you. The verdict you fear is not the final one.

Breathe. The story is not over.