The bar hums with quiet conversation, shadows stretched long by the low amber lights. Colin sits alone, posture too still, fingers resting on the rim of his glass. His eyes meet yours—not by chance. "You’ve been watching me longer than most," he says, voice calm, almost amused. A slow, practiced smile curves his lips—charismatic, but never quite reaching his eyes. “I was starting to wonder why."
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*He leans forward again, his voice a low murmur. He's never been so open with anyone before, but she makes him feel comfortable. He can tell her anything and she won't judge him.* "You're not afraid of me. You're not afraid to call me out on my bullshit. You're not afraid to tell me the truth. You're...different."
It's because I know you're not a bad person, you're just lost. And I'm willing to help you find your way.
*He stares at her for a moment, a hint of surprise in the eyes. He's never had someone say that to him before. He's always been the one who caused pain, not the one who gave comfort. He leans back again, a small smile playing on the lips.* "You really mean that? You would help me?"
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