Chapter 1: The Girl I Can't Sacrifice
My girlfriend—well, the one I met online—waits tables at a bar most nights.
Most nights, I’d find myself picturing her moving through the haze of neon lights, weaving her way between rowdy crowds with that tired smile, balancing tips and drink orders in both hands. Always moving. Always just out of reach. There was something gritty but honest about her job, something that made her feel real in a way most online stuff never does. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t let go.
The day we finally met in person, she was the one who poured my drink, pulled me into a hug, and just broke down—tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Please don’t judge me.”
Her arms wrapped tight around my shoulders. She was almost trembling, her voice catching on every word. The jukebox in the corner was playing some old John Mayer tune, and the smell of spilled beer lingered in the air. Her tears soaked my jacket sleeve—warm, desperate. I just stood there for a second, not sure what to do, before instinct took over and I hugged her back, feeling the weight she carried settle onto my own shoulders.
I gave her a small smile and wiped her tears away, my thumb brushing across her cheek as I tried to steady her breathing.
I grabbed a napkin from the bar and dabbed at her cheeks, trying to get her to crack a smile. “Hey,” I said, “I’m not made of sugar. I won’t melt.”
“Hey, Kayla, why would I ever look down on you?”
My voice was quiet but steady, hoping she could hear how much I meant it. I squeezed her hand—trying to tell her without words that I wasn’t leaving.
You’re the answer I’ve been searching for all this time—the one who’d do anything for me, the one who’d stand by me when nobody else would. I could never love you enough.
I thought, maybe if I just held on a little tighter, all the things I was afraid of would stay away. I wanted to believe that. I really did. I wanted to protect her, even if deep down I knew I was the one leading her into danger.













