Confessions in the Night

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As the night stretched on, Alex and I found ourselves drawn to the solitude of the rooftop of the headquarters, avoiding the Director. The city spread out before us like a canvas painted in shadows.

"I never wanted things to be this way," Alex confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "We were supposed to be on the same side."

I turned to face him, the cool night air brushing against my skin. "We are on the same side," I countered, my words tinged with defiance. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

But even as the words left my lips, I couldn't deny the pull of something deeper, something that defied explanation. In the quiet of the night, with only the stars as witness, our walls began to crumble, revealing the vulnerabilities that lay beneath.

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