Dirty secrets. We all have them. We guard them fiercely, protecting them like a mother does a precious newborn infant, cradled to her chest, away from the world's prying eyes. Yet those dark, secret desires we crave won't stay hidden for long. They have a way of coming out—usually at the most inopportune time.
I knew all that, and yet... I watched them from a distance, knowing they'd be perfect together. They were two halves of the same whole. He was broken beyond repair. She was so familiar, reminding him of something he desperately wanted to fix. I knew she'd be perfect for him.
In the end, the chain of events this would set off would be fucking massive, yet I was powerless to stop it. Instead, I was there in the middle of it all, stoking the flames and praying they didn't take me down with them.