"I have to tell her" those five words were ringing through my mind. A never ending echo throughout the deepest cave you could imagine. There was no way around it. She had to know the truth. My secret identify. I glanced at her across the room, her dark brown hair framing her face as she scrolled through tik tok on her iPhone.

"Hey... Chicky, can I talk to you?" I somehow managed to get out before I could make any other decision.

"Ugh. I hate that nick name" she rolled her eyes as she looked up at me. I chuckled, I had gave her that nickname accidently when she was about a year old and now, ten years later, I couldn't help but call her it when I needed to get her attention fast. "What is it?" She asked.

"Actually, I think it would be better if I just showed you..." I sighed.