It had been a revealing moment, an instant when Wallace was finally vulnerable with me. After so many internal struggles, I said goodbye to him, grateful for his comforting embrace and, above all, for accepting my feelings. Wallace looked at me with those eyes that had always intrigued me, and I could see the understanding in his gaze. The weight I had been carrying in my chest dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief I had never experienced before. At last, I showed him the real me, and he accepted me.
However, that moment of tranquility was quickly overshadowed by the urgency of a pending problem. I had to return to Wallace's apartment to confront any obstacle that might threaten Wallace's safety. The need to protect him became more imperative with each step I took toward the apartment.
