The Mystery Deepens
The following Friday was different. It was my day off, and as I sat on my couch, a thought began to take shape.
What if I followed him? It isn’t stalking. It’s… curiosity. It was almost Halloween, after all—a time when the veil between the known and the unknown felt thinner.
Marcus was already seated when I entered the dimly lit auditorium, his figure outlined by the soft glow of the screen. He seemed lost in thought. His eyes flickered toward me, and a faint smile touched his lips.
“You’re not working today,” he observed.
I slid into the seat next to him. “I thought you might need company. I’ve seen you here so many times.”
He chuckled softly, though the sound held a trace of melancholy. “It’s not just about the movies.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, unable to hide the curiosity in my tone.
Marcus leaned back in his seat, his hands folded neatly in his lap. For a moment, he seemed hesitant, as though deciding whether or not to trust me with what he was about to say.
Then he spoke.
