11 parts Ongoing He was supposed to be the one who observed, not the one who unraveled.
A man of silence, precision, and control-until I found the notebook I was never meant to touch.
Inside weren't just clinical notes.
They were pieces of him.
His confessions. His quiet downfall. His heart.
Every page I turned pulled me deeper into a world of boundaries we weren't supposed to cross, feelings he swore he could suppress, and secrets he thought he could bury in ink.
But the closer I read, the more I realized-
This wasn't just his study of me.
It was the study of us.