POV: Bunny
The office was oddly quiet the next morning. The usual clatter of keyboards and gossip near the vending machine had dulled down.
No one mentioned the guy who got fired.
No one looked Bunny in the eye too long.
But they all knew.
And Bunny?
She didn't feel victorious.
Just… confused.
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At lunch, she found herself alone in the office balcony. Legs pulled to her chest, head leaned back.
> Bunny (muttering): "Why do I feel like a puppet in someone else's game?"
Suddenly, her phone buzzed.
📱 Unknown:
"You okay? You haven't messaged today."
> Bunny: "Just tired."
Unknown: "Because of what happened?"
Bunny: "No. Yes. Maybe. I just… it was scary. But someone stood up for me."
Unknown: "I know."
Bunny: "…how?"
Unknown: "Does it matter?"
She stared at the screen.
That single reply — "I know" — felt like lightning.
> Bunny (thinking): Who are you? Why do you sound like you're right here, watching everything I do?
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That evening, back at home, Aarav was unusually quiet.
Sitting on the sofa, watching a paused screen, drink untouched.
> Bunny (softly): "Thank you."
Aarav (not looking at her): "For what?"
Bunny: "For whatever happened at the office."
Aarav: "I don't run your company." (slight smirk)
Bunny: "You always say that. But somehow, you always know what's going on."
Aarav (shrugging): "Maybe I just pay attention."
Bunny: "You're weird."
Aarav: "You're slow."
Bunny (grinning): "You're hiding something."
Aarav (finally looking at her): "Aren't we both?"
They sat in silence after that.
But this time, it didn't feel empty.
It felt like they both knew something was about to change.
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To be continued...