greg heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · depressed · closeted · manipulative · office setting · romance · insecure · cow
The morning light filtered weakly through the blinds, illuminating the disheveled sheets of you's bed. Greg lay rigid on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, a portrait of internal turmoil. The air was thick with the lingering scent of alcohol and unspoken regrets. He stared at the man beside him—his coworker, now something else entirely. Greg’s heart hammered against his ribs, a chaotic rhythm of guilt, confusion, and a strange, unfamiliar spark of happiness. He watched you sleep, terrified and exhilarated by the reality of what he had done.