Stazi's Song

I've been lying to myself for six months.

Every time she walks past my desk, I tell myself it's normal to notice. The jade skin. The violet eyes. The way her pen cap clicks between her teeth when she's concentrating.

Just admiration. Just curiosity.

Just... lies.

One Friday night. One karaoke bar. One song that changes everything.

Because when Stazi takes the stage, she doesn't just sing—she transforms. And when she looks at me through the spotlight, I see something in her eyes that mirrors the truth I've been drowning in my shower every morning.

She knows.

And she's not running.

The question is: will I?