The Big Shrink: Sean's Secret

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Sean Lawless, Kelsi Monroe Pic(s)

The city outside Sean Lawless’s high-rise apartment was a sprawling, glittering tapestry of life, a world he was rapidly outgrowing with every passing second. It had started subtly, a slight looseness in his tailored suits that he’d initially dismissed as imagination. Now, standing before the full-length mirror, the reality was inescapable and utterly bizarre. The once-perfectly-fitted shirt hung on him like a deflated sail, its collar gaping wide enough to reveal the pronounced line of his clavicle. His reflection showed a man shrinking, his six-foot-two frame now several inches shorter, a process that was both terrifying and perversely fascinating. This was his secret, a physiological anomaly he dared not share with anyone, not even Kelsi Monroe, the woman whose laughter could quiet the storm of his anxieties. He feared the look in her vibrant eyes would shift from affection to pity or, worse, to scientific curiosity if she were to discover his condition. The simple gold band on his finger, a symbol of their permanent bond, now felt heavy and loose, a constant, cold reminder of his physical impermanence. He clenched his fist, watching the skin stretch taut over knuckles that seemed more prominent than just yesterday, a silent testament to his diminishing mass. Sean was caught in a silent, solitary war against his own body, a battle of attrition he was clearly losing. All he could do was watch and wait, a spectator in the unnerving theater of his own disappearance.