TalinVexen
New York, 2020.
I remember that day like it was folded into the corner of a dream-quiet, a little gray, the kind of afternoon where the world moves, but you don't. I was sitting alone near this tiny coffee shop in the West Village, watching people pass like thoughts I didn't want to think.
I wasn't really waiting for anything.
Or maybe I was.
For a sign. A reason. A moment.
Then someone walked by-a man I didn't recognize, and probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't dropped it. Just a piece of paper. Small. Torn at the edge. It landed near my feet like fate wasn't trying too hard to be subtle.
I picked it up.
That paper?
It changed everything.
I still don't know who he was.
I don't even know why he chose me.
But what was written on that page started something I couldn't stop.
And maybe, deep down, I didn't want to.