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MidReal Story
Hidden Passions
Scenario:I'm in love with a woman that I can't have. Even though the feelings are mutual and she loves me just as much as I love her. She has a family that she doesn't want to hurt. A partner that she's been with since she was sixteen. A daughter that she doesn't want to disappoint. I have a feeling that I've known her in another lifetime. I knew the first time out eyes locked into one another's my first day at work. She introduced herself as she was leaving and I was coming into work.
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Sarah Jennings
the loyal partner, in a committed relationship with Mark and a mother to their child, curly red hair, green eyes, resilient and protective.
Mark Johnson
the other lover, in love with Emily, short blonde hair, blue eyes, dedicated and conflicted.
Emily Carter
the conflicted lover, in love with protagonist from another life, long brown hair, hazel eyes, introspective and loyal.
I was standing by the window in my new office, watching as he got out of his car and walked toward the building. My heart was racing and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.
I'd seen him for the first time just a few minutes before, when I'd come into work and he was leaving. He'd caught my eye and smiled, then introduced himself as he walked by.
Mark.
His name was Mark and I knew in that moment that I'd never forget him.
I'd never felt such an instant attraction to anyone before, but there was something about him that drew me to him.
Something that made me feel like I'd known him before, like we'd been together in another lifetime or something.
I didn't believe in reincarnation, but I couldn't explain what it was about him that made me feel that way.
All I knew was that from the moment our eyes met, I felt a connection to him that went deeper than anything I'd ever felt before.
He walked into the office and our eyes met again, but this time he didn't smile.
Instead, he looked at me with a serious expression and nodded slightly as he walked by.
"Good morning," he said as he passed my desk.
I watched him walk into his office and close the door behind him, then I turned back to my computer and tried to focus on my work.
But I couldn't get him out of my head.
I kept thinking about the way he'd looked at me, the way his eyes had locked onto mine and seemed to see right through me.
I'd never felt so seen in my life, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
As the day went on, I found myself glancing at his office every few minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of him through the window in his door.
But he was always focused on his work, typing away at his computer or talking on the phone.
I didn't see him again until lunchtime, when he came out of his office and walked over to my desk.
"Hey," he said, looking down at me with a small smile. "Want to grab lunch together?"
My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, unsure of what to say.
A part of me wanted to leap at the opportunity, but another part was warning me away.
I'd only just started working here and I didn't know anything about him.
What if he turned out to be a creep?
