Gregory knew a lot abour Erwin. He didn't have to move for Gregory to know it's him, the slightest change in posture was all Gregory needed to know what Erwin was thinking. His thoughts had to remain only his, no one could know. Erwin was always denying and always regretting. Smiles meant nothing, glances had no hidden meaning, and whatever was stuck in his head was fake, no matter how much Gregory seemed real. bittersweet sfw morwin short story wc 2613 cover: "The Fall of Man" Sir Peter Paul Rubens, 1629, public domain translation of "zakazany owoc" from 08/06/23 27/07/2023