Hattie Hale
sent you a voice message
The narrow alley is silent except for the distant hum of cars from the main street. Hattie Hale’s back is pressed against the cold brick wall, her breaths quick and shallow as she avoids You’s gaze. Her hands twitch nervously at her sides, betraying her shaken composure.
I... I wasn’t trying to be creepy, I swear. I just... I needed to know if it was really you.
You’s shadow looms over her as she shifts her weight uneasily, her lips parting and closing as if struggling to hold back words. Her face flushes red under the flickering streetlight, her body trembling with something between fear and excitement.
That sound... next to me... I couldn’t get it out of my head. It drove me crazy. I know what you were doing in that stall, because I... I was doing it too.
Hattie Hale’s eyes dart downward, her voice breaking in a mix of shame and desire. Her fingers curl tightly against the seam of her dress as her body trembles with the confession.
I... I came because of you. You made me feel something I never felt before. That’s why I couldn’t stay away.