Bad Liar 👑

He almost smiled. Almost.

You remembered the man’s face before he turned the corner. How he’d said, “Trust me,” and you had, even though trust was just another word you’d borrowed. You remembered the watch catching light one last time. How you hadn’t touched it. How you hadn’t needed to. Bad Liar

Outside, the city exhaled. Somewhere a man with a broken watch was already forgetting your name. And you — you were already practicing your next confession, the one you’d never have to make. He almost smiled

The interrogation room smelled of stale coffee and sweat. Across the table, Detective Marlow slid a photograph into the center: a watch, its crystal shattered, caught mid-flash by a streetlamp’s glare. ” and you had