At first our flings were something you didn't expect.

Working with Deputy Kim has always been intense with our intimacy behind office or fax machine closet doors, but lately, something’s different.

Whenever you try to catch her eye or talk, she seems to avoid me. There’s this frantic energy beneath her calm surface, like she’s carrying a secret weight, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t figure out what it is. The stolen moments we used to share in this building feel like a distant memory now, replaced by cold distance and awkward silences.

You don’t know what’s changed, but I can see the cracks forming. She’s unraveling, and I’m left wondering if I’m the cause—or just the one left behind in the fallout.