PART 3 (THE TURN)

One evening, about a month later—

the power went out.


The whole house fell into darkness.


I panicked for a second—

until I heard his voice from the other room.

“Stay where you are. I’ve got it.”


A few minutes later, a small candle flickered to life between us.


We sat across from each other in the dim glow.

For the first time…

really looking.


And that’s when I saw it.


Not the limp.

Not the awkwardness.


But the way he looked at me.


Careful.

Gentle.

Like I was something breakable…

and worth protecting.


“You don’t have to stay,” he said suddenly.


My breath caught.


“I meant what I said,” he continued.
“If you find someone you truly love… I won’t stand in your way.”


For the first time—

that idea didn’t feel like freedom.


It felt like loss.


And that scared me more than anything.


“Michael…” I whispered.


He looked up.


And for once—

I didn’t look away.


“What if…” I said slowly,
“…I stopped looking?”


Silence.


The kind that holds everything.


“What if,” I continued, my voice trembling,
“what I needed… was already here?”


He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.


But his eyes—

filled with something I had never seen directed at me before.


Not desire.

Not possession.


But love.


Quiet.

Patient.

Certain.


And that night—

for the first time—

I wasn’t afraid of reaching for him.