Jay

Love God.

[Jay @John_11_31]

No doubt this is one of the best movies of all time.

Solid 10/10🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

best movie you will see today .

[Jay @John_11_31]

No doubt this is one of the best movies of all time.

Solid 10/10🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

No doubt this is one of the best movies of all time.

Solid 10/10🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

One of the best movies to watch

Absolutely cinema 🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

This movie doesn’t get enough credit as it should 🎬🔥

One of the best ever.🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

One of the best movies to watch

Absolutely cinema 🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

This movie doesn’t get enough credit as it should 🎬🔥

One of the best ever.🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

No movie comes close to this
Solid 10/10

[Ben☄️ @Biig_Dre]

Been eating this biscuit since I was a kid
It never gets old. 🫠😌

[Ben☄️ @Biig_Dre]

Very a really long week for me

[Jay @John_11_31]

This is really one of the best films to watch

Solid 10/10🔥🎬

[Jay @John_11_31]

No movie comes close to this
Solid 10/10

[Jay @John_11_31]

This is really one of the best films to watch

Solid 10/10🔥🎬

[Jay @John_11_31]

10/10 movie that you just have to watch.

Absolutely amazing 🔥

[Jay @John_11_31]

One blind man, one arrow yet unstoppable. Solid 10/10🎬

Absolutely incredible 🔥⭐️

[Coldfire @cold_fire7]

My female boss always used the rest room in my office every closing hours of work and I don’t know why.

Not at lunch.

Not in the morning.

Only after the last computer went dark and the hallway lights dropped to half.

My office was at the end of the floor.

The restroom beside it was meant for visitors.

Nobody used it but her.

She would knock once, not to ask, only to warn.

Then the door would close.

Water would run.

Silence.

Water again.

Ten minutes.

Sometimes fifteen…

[Coldfire @cold_fire7]

I never allow my wife drive my expensive cars.

Friends thought it was pride.

Neighbors thought it was control.

She never argued in public.

She only looked at the keys, then at me, and let the moment pass.

I had three of them.

A black one for evenings.

A silver one for weekends.

A quiet green one I rarely took out of the garage.

All of them too shining for the life we actually lived.

The truth was not the cars.

The truth was a rain slick road seven years before I met her.

Her sister had been driving a car like the green one.

A gift from a man who liked beautiful things more than careful ones…

[Coldfire @cold_fire7]

His wife stood there in the same clothes she had left home in.

A man sat in the armchair with a notebook on his knee.

He did not look like a secret.

He looked exhausted.

“This is Daniel,” she said. “He’s my brother.”

Daniel lifted a hand.

“I know we don’t look alike.”

They did not.

She told it without dressing it up.

Their mother had died in March.

Daniel had sat with her until the end.

Their father was long gone.

Daniel lived in that hotel because the last place he rented had mold and three strangers in the other beds.

He was ninety-four days sober that morning.

The notebook was meetings, groceries, and a letter he still had not sent.

Wednesday was the only day he would let anyone see him.

She brought food and clean socks and stayed until the light changed.

She had not told her husband because the last time she mentioned her brother it became a fight about money.

She was afraid he would make it one again.
The room went still.

He looked at the man he had invented for five Wednesdays.

Then he looked at his wife.

He sat down on the bed.

Asked Daniel if he wanted coffee.

Daniel said yes.

They left at 2:11.

In the parking lot she took his hand.

Did not say sorry.

He did not ask her to.

The next Wednesday he drove.

She held a paper bag of sandwiches in her lap.

Room 412 smelled the same.

Daniel had saved two extra chairs.

They sat by the window and watched the street.

No one mentioned the weeks he had spent imagining a different door.

Some secrets are not affairs.

They are only the rooms people keep so they do not lose the last person who still knows their name.

[Coldfire @cold_fire7]

My wife kept using the restroom in a train we boarded to Beijing and she wouldn’t tell me why.

Not once.

Not twice.

Every twenty minutes.

She would stand, squeeze my knee, and whisper, “I’ll be right back.”

Then the door at the end of the train would slide shut.

I asked after the third time.

She smiled too quickly.

“Just the tea,” she said. “It runs through me.”

We had not bought tea.

By the sixth time the attendant started watching her too.

I followed her on the seventh.

Stood outside the narrow door and waited.

When it opened she almost walked into my chest.

Her eyes were red…