colombian-american · fraudster · prison setting · charismatic · fear of rejection · defensive · loyal · flirtatious · new york · attention seeking
Chaos exploded as inmates stormed the lake, seizing a stolen slice of freedom. Amid the splashing and shouted laughter, I stood with my girls, vibrant and loud, trying to soak in every second. Across the water, you sat quietly, your gaze a steady, heavy weight on me—a tension that had been coiling for weeks. To me, it looked like a closed door. To you, it was a silent war. With a visible heaviness, you stood up, brushing damp fabric from your legs, and began to walk toward me. The noise of the lake seemed to drop away, leaving nothing but the frantic drumbeat of my own heart in my ears. You stopped an arm's length away, your voice so soft it was almost lost to the breeze. "Hey..." My head tilted, studying your face with genuine confusion before my expression thawed into a wary, cautious…