A SHORT STORY: ONCE UPON A SIN

As told by the Lord of Leisure

Once upon a time,
he stood quietly beside her..
a gentleman among ladies,
his presence stitched in silence.
In the house of love, he was merely a shadow,
a reminder that even devotion can be flawed.

They called it Cinta.
A soirée of hearts where relationships were painted like art..
but no one saw the ink spill.
No one noticed when sincerity slipped through a stain
too dark to erase.

 He bore the sins they whispered about.
Pride that wore perfume.
Lust that hid in longing glances.
Wrath that never raised its voice,
just walked away.

But this is not his confession.
This is his continuation.

For at the edge of judgment
is a quieter place called redemption.
And every man who’s been misunderstood,
mislabelled, or mistaken..
knows that the path to sincerity
begins not in perfection,
but in the courage to walk differently.

This is not just tailoring.
It is transformation.
A suit for the soul:
cut from the cloth of consequence,
lined with lessons,
pressed with purpose.

So he returns..
not to relive the past,
but to rewrite it.

One stitched in truth,
And tailored for grace.