The burning obsession prologue
The first time I saw him, he didn't look at me.
He didn't need to.
His presence alone cracked something open inside me _something I didn't even know was sealed shut it was dusk, the sky painted in burnt gold and bruised purple,when he stepped into the cafe like he owned the fading sun.Tall,quiet,unreadable,the kind of man who didn't beg for attention but commanded it any way.I watched from behind the counter,pretending not to care, but I memorized every moment. Every glance. Every breath.
He ordered a black coffee. No sugar.No warmth.
Just like him.
I told myself it was just curiosity.That he'd disappear after that first visit .
But he didn't.
He came back.Again.And again .And I?
I stop pretending.
I began to live for those fleeting moments _his hand brushing mine when he took his cup,the rare nods,the ghost of a smile.
They were enough.
Until they weren't.
Obsession doesn't start with fire. It starts with a flicker_a look,a heartbeat, a breath held too long. And then it consumes.
I thought I was just watching him. But the truth_is I was falling .
And no one survives a fall like that without losing something or someone.