She knows his name. She has even spoken to him a few times in the past, but she doesn’t know him.
She knows nothing of his love for her, his desire for her to see him. He wants her to see him as a man, a lover and her submissive.
Today. I will ask her today.
He walks towards her, his steps full of purpose. As he gets closer to her, his steps falter and his courage wanes.
He diverts his path, away from her.
I am such a coward. Worthless.
She noticed him walking to her. She wondered if something was bothering him.
Maybe later, if she remembers, she will ask him about it.
I cannot think that way. I cannot. I have to believe in myself.
He washes his face with cold water. The single tear he sheds disappears down the drain. He walks back into the club, his head down.
Tomorrow, I will ask her tomorrow.
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