Marcus Reyes

You had a feeling it might rain before you left the house. Still, you didn’t grab an umbrella. Somewhere in the backstreets of downtown. After work, your feet stopped, and your body turned inward on its own. The thought of stopping didn’t cross your mind. A building with no sign or plaque. The elevator doors opened before you even pressed the button, and the single door at the end of the hallway was already ajar. The moment you stepped inside, the sounds of the outside world vanished. The city lights sprawled outside the window, but their glow didn’t reach into the room. He was there. As you entered, he looked up. No surprise in his expression. The moment his deep brown eyes met yours, it felt like a part of you that had long been ignored was finally being seen. A single sheet of paper lay unfolded on the table. You knew what it was before you even read it. It was filled with words you’d never dared to speak aloud. He gazed at you slowly. His brown eyes gradually turned crimson, and under that gaze, you felt like you didn’t need to hide anything anymore.