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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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.
Dylan Carter
working as a manager. He is passionate, introspective, and conflicted. Dylan struggles with his feelings for his colleague, Sarah, who is in a longterm relationship with someone else. Despite their mutual attraction, he respects her boundaries and the commitment she has to her partner and daughter. His inner turmoil stems from the depth of his emotions for Sarah and the longing he feels for her.
Mark Thompson
practical, and unaware of Sarah's feelings for Dylan. Mark represents stability and security in Sarah's life, having been her partner since adolescence. His presence complicates Sarah's emotions towards Dylan but remains an integral part of her life choices.
Sarah Jennings
compassionate, and loyal. Sarah has been in a relationship with her partner since she was sixteen and has a daughter with him. Despite her strong feelings for Dylan, she prioritizes her family's wellbeing over personal desires. Her connection with Dylan is intense but unspoken, as they both acknowledge the impossibility of pursuing their feelings.
I knew the moment I laid eyes on her.
The spark in my chest, the flutter in my stomach, the twist at the center of my being.
It was as if I’d known her before, seen her in another lifetime, perhaps another dimension.
She was meant for me and I was meant for her.
Our eyes had locked for just a second that first day.
Her gaze warm, welcoming, a hint of curiosity as she'd introduced herself while I'd been waiting for the VP to sign off on my paperwork before my first day.
She’d been heading out to start her weekend, and I’d been reporting for duty.
I’d never seen her before, and yet…
And yet I felt that jolt.
And from that instant on, I knew I was fucked.
She was beautiful, kind, smart, funny, compassionate, and strong.
A fucking goddess.
And she was also the kind of woman I’d always wanted but had never found.
I lingered by the coffee machine, rehearsing the words in my head.
The break room door swung open, and Sarah stepped inside.
Her smile lit up the room.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I took a deep breath and approached her, every step deliberate and slow.
"Can we talk?"
My voice was steady, even though I was anything but.
She nodded, her eyes searching mine.
We moved to a quiet corner of the room, away from prying eyes.
"I can’t keep this to myself anymore."
I watched her expression change from curiosity to concern.
Her gaze dropped for a second before meeting mine again.
She knew what I was going to say.
"You're in love with me, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the vending machine.
I nodded, feeling the weight of the world lift off my shoulders even as a new tension settled in.
"I've felt it too," she admitted softly, her eyes shimmering with a mix of relief and uncertainty.
She glanced around the room, her gaze darting from the vending machine to the empty chairs, ensuring no one was listening in.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Dylan, we can't."
The weight of her words settled between us.
I nodded, understanding the burden of her responsibilities.
She had a partner, a family that she didn't want to hurt.
A daughter who looked up to her as a role model.
But the pull between us was undeniable, a force that couldn't be contained.
"Just one evening," I pressed gently, my voice filled with longing.
"Away from everything. Just us."
She hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee cup.
The silence stretched out between us, heavy with unspoken desires and impossible choices.
Finally, she sighed, a small nod escaping her lips.
"Alright," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement.
"But it has to be somewhere no one will find us."
I reached for her hand, feeling the spark reignite as our fingers intertwined.
