A letter to the post man

I led Geynie to the lakeside, the air thick with tension. The moon cast a silvery glow over the water, its reflection rippling gently as the cool night breeze brushed against us. My chest felt heavy, the weight of what I had learned pressing down on me like an anchor. The sounds of the forest whispered around us—crickets chirping, leaves rustling, and the occasional hoot of an owl.

"Why did you bring me here?" Geynie asked, her voice sharp, cutting through the serenity of the night. She glanced around, her lips twisting into a slight frown. "What fun is here?"

Her tone was laced with mockery, but her eyes flickered with unease. She was trying to read me, trying to decipher why I had chosen this secluded spot.

"I didn't bring you here to have any more fun," I said evenly, my voice calm but cold.

Her smile faltered, replaced by a fleeting shadow of suspicion.

"What's this about?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Geynie, I know everything now," I said, my voice firm, though my hands trembled at my sides.

Her face froze for a moment, her confident mask slipping. But then, as quickly as it had vanished, she plastered on a look of feigned confusion. "What are you talking about?" she said, her voice dripping with innocence.

I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "About your identity," I said, my words sharp as knives.

Her expression darkened, her gaze darting briefly to the forest behind me. For a moment, there was silence between us, the only sound the gentle lapping of the lake.

Then she snapped.

"You don't understand, Reina!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the still water. "You don't know anything!"

Her sudden outburst made me flinch, but I stood my ground.

Before I could respond, she turned on her heel, her long coat sweeping behind her as she made a move to leave.

But from the shadows of the woods, Damian emerged.

"You won't get away, Geynie," he said, stepping into the moonlight. His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with fury.

Geynie froze mid-step, her body stiffening. Her eyes widened in panic as Damian closed the distance between them with swift, calculated steps.

He grabbed her by the arms, his grip firm and unyielding.

"You're going to hurt me, Noir!" she cried, her voice rising as she struggled against him. "Let me go!"

The name hung in the air like a ghost, and I froze. Noir?

Was that another name for Damian? The word echoed in my mind, unsettling me.

"Why did you do this to me, Geynie?" Damian's voice cracked with raw emotion. His grip on her tightened as he leaned closer, his face a mask of anguish. "I loved you. I would have given you everything if you'd just asked. But… I will never forgive you for what you did to Dev!"

His voice rose, trembling with both anger and heartbreak. The intensity of his words sent shivers down my spine.

Geynie squirmed in his grasp, her defiance turning to desperation. "You don't get it!" she shouted, her words a plea, her tone filled with something unnameable.

Her gaze locked on mine, and in that moment, her eyes glistened with what looked like genuine fear.

"Reina, you've made a huge mistake trusting this man. You have no idea what you've done," she said, her voice shaking but steady enough to drive her words into my chest like a dagger.

Her words pierced me, leaving me uncertain.

"Do not listen to her, Reina!" Damian's voice cut through the night like a blade, his grip on Geynie unwavering. "You know what kind of person Geynie is."

"Help me, Reina!" Geynie begged, her voice breaking. "He's not who you think he is!"

I stood paralyzed, torn between their words. Who was telling the truth? Was trusting Damian a mistake?

"What are you going to do to her, Damian?" I asked, my voice trembling. I hated the unease twisting in my chest.

"She has to pay," Damian said darkly, his grip tightening even more on her wrists. The pressure left angry red marks that seemed to grow deeper with each passing second.

"Let her go!" I cried, but my words fell on deaf ears.

Damian dragged Geynie away from the lakeside, his footsteps heavy on the damp earth.

"Reina, stay out of this!" he shouted over his shoulder, his voice harsh and commanding.

I stood frozen, watching as Geynie's silhouette disappeared into the shadows of the forest, her screams echoing in the cold night air.

My chest tightened, my breath hitching. Had I made the wrong choice?

The weight of my decision crushed me as I remembered the extent of Damian's punishments. I had been his victim once, and I knew how far his anger could go.

The lake was silent now, save for the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. I stared into the forest, my mind racing with doubt and fear.

And now, as usual, I was left behind to deal with the consequences.

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I led Geynie to the lakeside, the air thick with tension. The moon cast a silvery glow over the water, its reflection rippling gently as the cool night breeze brushed against us. My chest felt heavy, the weight of what I had learned pressing down on me like an anchor. The sounds of the forest whispered around us—crickets chirping, leaves rustling, and the occasional hoot of an owl.

"Why did you bring me here?" Geynie asked, her voice sharp, cutting through the serenity of the night. She glanced around, her lips twisting into a slight frown. "What fun is here?"

Her tone was laced with mockery, but her eyes flickered with unease. She was trying to read me, trying to decipher why I had chosen this secluded spot.

"I didn't bring you here to have any more fun," I said evenly, my voice calm but cold.

Her smile faltered, replaced by a fleeting shadow of suspicion.

"What's this about?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Geynie, I know everything now," I said, my voice firm, though my hands trembled at my sides.

Her face froze for a moment, her confident mask slipping. But then, as quickly as it had vanished, she plastered on a look of feigned confusion. "What are you talking about?" she said, her voice dripping with innocence.

I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "About your identity," I said, my words sharp as knives.

Her expression darkened, her gaze darting briefly to the forest behind me. For a moment, there was silence between us, the only sound the gentle lapping of the lake.

Then she snapped.

"You don't understand, Reina!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the still water. "You don't know anything!"

Her sudden outburst made me flinch, but I stood my ground.

Before I could respond, she turned on her heel, her long coat sweeping behind her as she made a move to leave.

But from the shadows of the woods, Damian emerged.

"You won't get away, Geynie," he said, stepping into the moonlight. His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with fury.

Geynie froze mid-step, her body stiffening. Her eyes widened in panic as Damian closed the distance between them with swift, calculated steps.

He grabbed her by the arms, his grip firm and unyielding.

"You're going to hurt me, Noir!" she cried, her voice rising as she struggled against him. "Let me go!"

The name hung in the air like a ghost, and I froze. Noir?

Was that another name for Damian? The word echoed in my mind, unsettling me.

"Why did you do this to me, Geynie?" Damian's voice cracked with raw emotion. His grip on her tightened as he leaned closer, his face a mask of anguish. "I loved you. I would have given you everything if you'd just asked. But… I will never forgive you for what you did to Dev!"

His voice rose, trembling with both anger and heartbreak. The intensity of his words sent shivers down my spine.

Geynie squirmed in his grasp, her defiance turning to desperation. "You don't get it!" she shouted, her words a plea, her tone filled with something unnameable.

Her gaze locked on mine, and in that moment, her eyes glistened with what looked like genuine fear.

"Reina, you've made a huge mistake trusting this man. You have no idea what you've done," she said, her voice shaking but steady enough to drive her words into my chest like a dagger.

Her words pierced me, leaving me uncertain.

"Do not listen to her, Reina!" Damian's voice cut through the night like a blade, his grip on Geynie unwavering. "You know what kind of person Geynie is."

"Help me, Reina!" Geynie begged, her voice breaking. "He's not who you think he is!"

I stood paralyzed, torn between their words. Who was telling the truth? Was trusting Damian a mistake?

"What are you going to do to her, Damian?" I asked, my voice trembling. I hated the unease twisting in my chest.

"She has to pay," Damian said darkly, his grip tightening even more on her wrists. The pressure left angry red marks that seemed to grow deeper with each passing second.

"Let her go!" I cried, but my words fell on deaf ears.

Damian dragged Geynie away from the lakeside, his footsteps heavy on the damp earth.

"Reina, stay out of this!" he shouted over his shoulder, his voice harsh and commanding.

I stood frozen, watching as Geynie's silhouette disappeared into the shadows of the forest, her screams echoing in the cold night air.

My chest tightened, my breath hitching. Had I made the wrong choice?

The weight of my decision crushed me as I remembered the extent of Damian's punishments. I had been his victim once, and I knew how far his anger could go.

The lake was silent now, save for the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. I stared into the forest, my mind racing with doubt and fear.