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2021.12.04 15:16 RedHotOwl Don鈥檛 go to Wilhelm Bridge. There are wolves out here.

It was around lunchtime when Noah and I arrived at the base of the hiking trail.
He practically ejected himself from the car the moment we were no longer in motion. His enthusiasm was infectious. I retrieved our backpacks from the seat behind me and stepped outside as well. Noah had already run ahead. He was standing among the wildflowers and tall grass, looking back with an expectant grin as if to say "Keep up, nerd.鈥. His disheveled mop of bleached curls and oversized t-shirt swayed in the warm, dry breeze. The poor guy was built like a flagpole, but hell if I wasn't into it at the time.
I rolled my eyes with an amused sigh and jogged up to him, then tossed him his backpack which he almost fell over trying to catch. The year was 2014. We were fresh out of high school and were now blissfully enjoying the remainder of our summer. The plan was to make our way up to some landmark called "Wilhelm Bridge". Noah's parents apparently owned a cabin there that they rarely used鈥攖he perfect weekend gateway for a pair of "eager" teenagers desperate for some privacy.
The day was a scorcher. The woods provided cover from the sun's immediate glare, but there was no escaping the heat itself. It made an otherwise easy trek feel as if we were embarking on a goddamn expedition.
"Please tell me there's air conditioning up there. Or, at least, a working fan." I complained while wiping streams of sweat from my forehead.
"Fraid not. Think pops forgot his leaf blower last time we were there, though, if that helps." Noah answered with that trademark shit-eating grin of his, face glistening with perspiration.
"Very cute..."
The path tapered as we reached an impressive arrangement of boulders and rocks; likely the result of a landslide. I slowed my pace in order to retrieve the water bottle from the cluttered bowels of my backpack, which Noah interpreted as his cue to run ahead of me once more. He strolled up to one of the moss-covered slabs, and then鈥攆or reasons best known to himself鈥攄etermined that it was his duty to climb it. I shook my head and squeezed the plastic bottle, shooting a refreshing jet of lukewarm water directly into my mouth.
"God I wish that were me." Noah teased from the presumed safety of his perch.
"It won鈥檛 be if you keep it up. Let's go before I pass out."
"Just a sec."
I had no choice but to continue supervising this 18-year-old toddler as he hopped from surface to surface. Eventually, after clearing a rather precarious gap, he latched onto the side of a particularly large boulder and clambered up to its peak. There he triumphantly sat, feet swinging and eyes honed on what must've been an impressive view of the park.
"You're lucky you're endearing."
Noah stuck his tongue out in response, after which he went back to admiring the scenery. I conceded and plopped onto a nearby patch of flattened grass. Once seated, I squinted upwards at the looming evergreen, catching glimpses of the sky through its tangled mesh of needles and branches. Instead of taking the time to appreciate the untainted serenity of nature, however, for some reason I decided to broach the one topic that Noah hated discussing:
"So, when do you think we should tell our folks? You know, about us?"
Predictably, his mood turned instantly sour. He threw his head back with a groan, clearly annoyed at me for reviving the subject.
"Come on, man..."
"I'm tired. I'm tired of sneaking around; I'm tired of lying; I'm tired of getting slapped away every time I try to hold your hand in public. My mom and pops aren't exactly 鈥榩rogressive鈥 either, but I'm ready to come out if you are."
"Yeah, but I'm not ready. I'll literally get disowned if they find out. You know that."
"So... what? You're fine with pretending like we're not a thing? Like I don't exist?"
"Oh my god, can you not be a selfish asshole for five seconds!? I told you, I'm not ready!"
Noah's uncharacteristic but admittedly deserved outburst echoed across the pinewood forest. We both sat in tense silence for a good while: me with my knees pressed to my chest and him staring at his dangling feet. I chewed on my lips and averted my eyes in an effort to stave off the tears. Feelings of hurt, guilt and regret came together to form a lump in my throat. I shouldn't have pressed him, I knew that, but at the same time I was so sick and tired of having to conceal something as obtusely trivial as my own sexual preference, and all for the sake of complying with someone else's outdated ideology.
I pried my raw lips, intending to utter an apology when, suddenly, a third voice chimed in:
"Don't mean to interrupt, but ya'll doing alright over there? I was nearby and heard yellin'."
Surprised, I spun around and saw our anonymous spectator emerge from the surrounding woods. The first thing that stood out to me about the woman was her excessively long hair. It was white, peppered with the occasional strand of silver, and spilled past her knees in thick, heavy clumps. Tangled in it were various twigs, leaves and god knows what else, making her appear like some sort of ancient woodland spirit.
After a rushed and clumsy descent, Noah rejoined me on our side of the clearing;
"Sorry if we startled you, Ma'am鈥攋ust had a disagreement, is all." He stumbled to explained, face red and burning with embarrassment.
The old woman smiled and leaned against her walking stick. If I had to guess, I'd say that she was probably in her late sixties to early seventies, though her unkempt appearance made it difficult to tell for certain. Behind the curtains of hair, she wore a faded yellow dress that barely clung to a pair of weak shoulders. It looked to have once had a floral pattern, though it was difficult to tell for certain.
"It takes a heckuva lot more than that to startle this old hag. Haven't heard your voice before, though鈥攇uessing y鈥檃in鈥檛 locals."
"No, Ma'am." Promptly confirmed Noah.
"You can drop the formalities, boy. Name鈥檚 Agnes."
As the odd woman introduced herself, I noticed that she wasn't looking directly at, but rather past us. It took me a moment鈥攑erhaps longer than it should have鈥攖o realize that she was visually impaired, if not outright blind. I couldn't help but wonder what someone in her condition was doing out here all alone.
My boyfriend nudged me, hinting that it was my turn to say something.
"Pleasure to meet you." Was all that I could think to add.
I purposefully omitted the courtesy of revealing our own names. Regardless of how harmless she appeared, I had a gut feeling that there was more to Agnes than what were capable of readily perceiving. Perhaps sensing my distrust, she gave me a nod and made a point of moving the conversation along:
"Anywho, I'd be careful if I were ya'll. The wolves will be out soon."
"Wolves? Here? I've heard of foxes and coyotes, but never any mentions of wolves." Noah asked with an understandable degree of skepticism.
After all, our state certainty isn't known for its native wolf population. You're more likely to get mauled by a bear or get trampled by a deer than you are to encounter one outside of a zoo.
"Oh, trust me; they're out here, alright. And they sure as hell know you鈥檙e here. My advice is to do whatcha gotta do and head back. These woods ain鈥檛 as safe as they used to be.鈥
Noah and I looked at each other, mutely concurring that the woman was clearly not all there. The sun was still beating down on us relentlessly and we were eager to get a move on, so we just thanked Agnes for the warning and continued up the trail. Once there was considerable distance between us and her, I looked over my shoulder and saw glimpses of the crone-like figure disappearing back into the woods. There was no evidence of her ever having been there, apart from the residual feeling of unease in the pit of my stomach.
After some more strenuous hiking, we finally arrived beneath Wilhelms Bridge, which, contrary to my expectations, wasn鈥檛 an actual bridge, but rather a natural arch between two neighboring cliffsides; effectively forming a sort of 鈥済ateway鈥. The lodge was a stone鈥檚 throw away from it, situated near the center of another, larger clearing. It was quite the picturesque little property鈥攕traight out of a brochure or a lifestyle magazine. I鈥檝e always been more of a city dweller, myself, but even I wasn鈥檛 immune to its rural charm.
We shared a cold shower together and spent the rest of the afternoon indoors. As the day progressed, the torrid temperatures dropped to mostly manageable levels. We decided to have a stroll around the homestead before packaging up and heading back. It turns out that sightseeing is significantly more enjoyable when you aren鈥檛 on the verge of heatstroke. Who knew?We watched the once oppressive sun now dip behind the hills, dyeing the sky in a palette of reds and oranges, which gradually gave way to an encroaching tide of grayish blue.
鈥淗oly sh鈥 !鈥 Noah exclaimed, cutting himself off.
At first I thought that he was enthralled by the view, until I looked over and saw him veer off in a seemingly random direction. 鈥楬ere we go again鈥 I thought. I didn鈥檛 even attempt to match his pace; I just trailed behind while simulating enthusiasm.
The stench of rotting meat assaulted my senses before I perceived the actual carcass. From a distance it just looked like a mound of dirt, but then I noticed the antlers, and then the swarm of flies hovering above it. There, sprawled along a shallow ditch, was the half-eaten body of an adult deer.
鈥淭his is so gross.鈥 I stated the obvious through pinched nostrils.
The creature鈥檚 lower half was picked clean, and what scraps still remained were being feasted upon by hordes of wriggling maggots. Flaps of fermented flesh hung from exposed ribs, mired in a sickening miasma of decay.
鈥淭hink the weird old prune might鈥檝e been telling truth.鈥
I glanced down at Noah, who was squatting next to the dead animal鈥檚 skull and poking at it with a branch. He gingerly pushed the fur around its neck aside, revealing multiple bite marks. We, of course, weren鈥檛 exactly qualified to determine whether the culprits had indeed been wolves, but the woman鈥檚 ramblings didn't seem so farfetched all of a sudden.
鈥淟et鈥檚 just grab our shit and go.鈥
I pulled my boyfriend up to his feet and we quickly made our way back to the lodge. Dusk was starting to settle. A peculiar sense of gloom hung in the air. As I pushed the front door open, I was greeted by an unexpected yet familiar visage.
Blocking the cramped entryway was none other than Agnes herself. The sightless, scrawny woman stood there like a pale apparition, her form outlined by the dimness of the interior.
鈥淟ock your damn door.鈥 She remarked with a plain tone and retreated further inside, ushering us both to follow.
We did, albeit with a substantial degree of uncertainty.
Our uninvited guest cautiously maneuvered between the furniture. I heard her joints pop as she found a suitable seat by the cold fireplace. Her hair brushed against the floorboards, her clouded eyes concealed beneath a waterfall of silver tresses. Mustering a modicum of courage, I said:
鈥淵ou shouldn鈥檛 be here.鈥
Agnes proceeded to snort in amusement. She tapped her long, spindly fingers against the arm of her chair.
鈥淔unny. Was about to say the same thing.鈥
As if to emphasize her point, a choir of longing howls suddenly tore through the stillness outside. I felt the tension from before rise from my stomach to my chest, evolving into proper dread. Noah rushed to the nearest window while I just stood there, glaring at the hag, who in turn looked utterly aloof.
鈥淗ow about it, fellers? Ya鈥檒l believe the 鈥渨eird old prune鈥 now?鈥
鈥淲hat do you want?鈥
鈥淲atch the tone, boy. I鈥檓 tryin鈥 to keep you safe.鈥
鈥淜eep us safe? Why? From what?鈥
鈥淔rom the goddamn wolves!鈥 She shouted, rising slightly from her chair with unexpected vigor. 鈥 Ain鈥檛 you listenin鈥 to what I鈥檝e been tellin鈥 you!? I鈥檓 the first; they're here cause of me. And I don鈥檛 want any more folks dyin鈥 because of some old grudge.鈥
鈥淐hill, lady, what the hell are you鈥斺
All of a sudden there was a thump, closely followed by a rattle. Noah slowly withdrew from the window. His expression was a blend between complete bewilderment and fear 鈥 the kind of fear that debilitates you, and leaves you unsure whether you鈥檙e meant to flee or hold your ground. As I peeked over his shoulder, I noticed that the glass was still shaking, as if someone had slapped it before running away. I gently squeezed past my terror-stricken boyfriend, walked up to it and leaned in.
Just as I was about to announce that there was nobody out there, a human fist collided with the pane, this time causing it to explode. Shards scattered like shrapnel. Reaching in, the meaty hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me towards the window, dragging my entire body through it, before dumping me onto the wooden porch outside. Shattered glass crunched beneath me as I landed. I rolled onto my hands and knees, straining to produce a cough.
Noah shrieked in the background. His voice was quickly drowned out by a cacophony of barks and ravenous growls. I had to get to him. I had to.
Ignoring the bitter taste of blood in my mouth, I looked up at my assailant. Standing over me was the figure of a man 鈥 a large, corpulent man, with arms twice the size of mine and a bloated gut to match. There was a disgusting sheen of filth covering the entirety of his naked body, and consequently suffocating the inflamed sores that occupied its various greasy crevices. The most grotesque feature of them all, however, was undoubtedly the face. His nose was pressed against his skull and his lips were peeled back, revealing blackish gums that had curved, dog-like canines protruding from them.
Images of the bite marks around the dead deer鈥檚 neck flashed briefly before my eyes.
The beast-man unhinged his oversized jaw and snapped at the air in front of me, drool seeping from between his carnivorous teeth. I wanted to crawl away, but as soon as I reached the edge of the platform, I realized that there was nowhere left to go. Multiple sets of hungry eyes stared back at me. There was an entire pack of those freakish amalgamations surrounding the lodge; each more inhuman then the last. I saw a tall woman whose deformed and disproportionately long limbs allowed her to exclusively walk on all fours. Then there was the man with sharp ears and half his body covered in fur. Behind them both was something that could hardly be categorized as a person, possessing claws and a fleshy, languid appendage that vaguely resembled a tail.
I鈥檇 compare them to animals, but that would imply a degree of inculpability. They weren鈥檛 driven by simple instinct; there was intent behind their viciousness, and their wretched forms only reflected it.
There was a wet snarl in my ear, followed by a sensation of weightlessness, before I was slammed back down against the unforgiving redwood. The air was knocked out of my lungs. I would鈥檝e cried in agony if I could. The mutant crowd of spectators jumped with sadistic excitement. Some chanted garbled phrases that were impossible to decipher over the ringing in my skull; others just yapped and howled, encouraging my abuse.
Using my elbows, I desperately tried to pull myself forth, only to be picked up for a third and final time. The hulking mass of greasy flesh lifted me above his head, and once again savagely bounced my limp body off the wooden deck. Something audibly snapped. I couldn鈥檛 tell whether it was a loose board or one of my ribs. Helpless and gasping, I lay there among the broken glass. The world kept fading in and out. Darkness occupied the corners of my waning vision and鈥 in spite of my attempts to stave it off, to remain conscious 鈥攊t eventually swallowed everything, including me鈥
I was standing beneath Wilhelm Bridge. The trees around me bore shades of autumn, and the air smelled of rain. Across from me, bathed in the shadow of the rocky archway, was a young girl. Her black hair was tied in long braids that had small charms interwoven into them. Her dark, narrow eyes glared at me spitefully, her lips curled in disdain. I noticed that she kept tugging on the hem of her bright yellow dress, which was dotted with flowery motifs and looked slightly too big for her. She was trying to conceal the bump inside her stomach.
Given her age, the implications of a pregnancy were disconcerting to say the least, especially coupled with the clear signs of abuse, like the purple ring of bruises around her neck. She bent over, picked a tiny rock off the ground and threw it at me. It bounced against my chest, landing squarely at my feet. Tears of hatred and frustration rolled down her face.
The young girl grabbed the fabric around her swollen belly, clenching it in her fist. Suddenly, a bitter smile tore through her face:
"You know what? I think I'll call her..."
Every word was laden with venom and vengeful malice.
I was stuck in the role of a passive observer, watching through someone else鈥檚 eyes as dark red bubbles began to appear around corners of her grin. Something was trying to crawl its way out of her. She lurched back, pressed her palms to her stomach and, after what felt like hours of painful retching, a long, bony arm burst forth from her mouth. The ghastly appendage flailed aimlessly, before digging its beast-like claws into its host鈥檚 lower jaw and stretching it past its limit, leaving ample room for another set of fingers to emerge. And then a wolfish skull. And then a torso. And then a leg.
My senses were polluted by the familiar stench of rot. I looked down. In place of the pebble that was previously thrown at me was the decaying head of a deer. Its lolled tongue began to twitch. It turned its sunken, dead eyes up at me and said:
鈥淢arc! Marcus! For God's sake, please wake up!鈥
My eyes shot open. I tried to sit up, but a sharp ache in my ribs forced me to reconsider. I was back on that porch, only now I had Noah kneeling by my side. I heard him breathe a tense sigh, presumably relieved to see me conscious again. He hastily brushed some of the glass off of me and, before I could ask him what was going on, I was already being pulled up to my feet. The pain spread, radiating throughout my upper body, but I did my best to block it out. Though my mind was still raddled, Noah鈥檚 trembling tone was enough to convey a sense of urgency:
鈥淐鈥檓on, get up! We gotta go!鈥
鈥淲e鈥 what?鈥
As I reluctantly guided my eyes away from Noah鈥檚 pleading expression and towards the clearing, I was greeted by a sight that was as terrifying as it was surreal.
Blood flowed freely from recently decapitated torsos, dyeing the grass beneath them crimson. There were limbs and other minced body parts scattered haphazardly about. Guts hung from branches like some sort of twisted Christmas display, with the disembodied shell lying lifeless beneath it, features frozen in a mute scream of agony. A layer of gore was splattered across every conceivable surface, but it was the imposing figure at the center of the hellscape that truly made me question my sanity.
It stood as tall as the trees鈥攁 gangling, bipedal sculpture of muscle and protruding bone. Its skin was stretched so tightly that I could see the individual vertebrae shifting in its back. It was hairless apart from the pale mane of blood-stained fur dangling from its skull, mercifully obscuring its true visage. Only its lupine muzzle stuck out from between the strands, aligned with rows of jagged, interlocking teeth that couldn鈥檛 even fit inside its own mouth.
The worst part was that, as unfathomably monstrous as it was, there was still something about it that I recognized; an underlying tragic element that eluded description.
I watched the creature effortlessly pick up one of the lifeless bodies left bleeding on the ground. Its long fingers wrapped around the lesser abomination鈥檚 dripping remains, and lifted them up to its gaping jaws. The crunch that followed finally caused me to avert my eyes. I sought comfort against Noah鈥檚 chest, pressing my face against it.
鈥淐an鈥檛 be real鈥 This can鈥檛 be real鈥︹ I whimpered.
鈥淲e have to go.鈥 My boyfriend repeated, feigning courage as best he could.
He threw my arm over his shoulders and led us away from the lodge. I could feel his rapid breathing on my cheek, his eyes darting wildly in search of the trail back. As evening approached, we pulled out our phones and used them to illuminate the path ahead. A pair of artificial lights, shining in unison, kept the encroaching darkness at bay, if only temporarily. If not for the context, It could've been quite poetic.
鈥淲hat the hell happened back there?鈥 I finally asked, still wincing.
For a while there was no answer鈥攐nly the rustling of leaves.
鈥淎gnes, s-she鈥 she told me to grab you and make a run for it, and that she鈥檒l hold those freaks off. Then she just ran out the door and鈥 fuck me man, I don鈥檛 know...鈥
Noah shook his head, as if trying to erase, or at least suppress that particular memory. When that didn鈥檛 work, he went on, growing more frantic with each sentence:
鈥淪he started鈥 changing?鈥 He phrased it almost like a question; like he didn鈥檛 fully trust his own recollection 鈥淭hey piled onto her, tried to hold her down, but there was no point. She ripped into them like a goddamn chainsaw. And the more she鈥he more it ate, the more it grew, and鈥斺
His chin trembled. His attempt at a stoic expression crumbled away, revealing glimpses of the traumatized teenager hiding behind it.
鈥淕od, please tell me you saw that thing too. Please tell me it wasn鈥檛 all in my head.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. I saw it too.鈥 I assured him in the most comforting tone I could muster, though, in truth, a part of me still held out hope that this was all a cruel dream.
One by one, stars twinkled into existence. Wilhelm Bridge became a distant silhouette against the dimming sky, and soon dipped behind the forest entirely, as if it never existed. The blood loss from my various cuts, coupled with the intermittent stabs of pain, rendered each step a challenge, but we eventually made our way back to the car. Noah ended up driving me to the nearest walk-in clinic, which thankfully wasn鈥檛 very far.
Turns out that I was right about the broken rib. I was apparently quite lucky that it hadn鈥檛 punctured a lung. It took half a year, but I eventually made a full recovery, save for a few unsightly scars. When questioned, we opted for a more believable version of the events鈥攅xplaining that we were attacked by a group of crazy hillbillies out in the woods, which is the same version we later gave to our parents. Lying proved to be the right call, since the local sheriff鈥檚 department apparently found nothing out of the ordinary when they went up there to survey the scene鈥攏o obscene amounts of gore, no half-eaten mutant corpses, no nothing; though I suspect that it would鈥檝e been immediately covered up even if they did.
Regardless, I won鈥檛 be planning any trips to Wilhelm Bridge in the foreseeable future. I鈥檝e mostly kept to my therapist鈥檚 advice and never really gone down the proverbial rabbit hole. Perhaps digging into the site鈥檚 history might yield some context to the horrors we experienced that day, but I feel like some things are best left forgotten to time.
In fact, consider this a parting letter to the last twenty-five years of my life. Noah and I are finally getting married in January, after which we鈥檒l be planning a permanent move to Pennsylvania.
The clich茅 thing to do would be to warn you against trying to find the actual landmark I may or may not have renamed to Wilhelm Bridge for the purposes of my story, but we all know how that usually goes. If you do end up finding it, however, do me a favor:
If you see an old woman with long white hair and a yellow dress, tell her I said thanks.

Original (uncensored) here or here, if interested. Took out most of the f-bombs and added a line that leaves a character's origin less ambiguous. 
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2021.12.04 15:16 Fun-Hamster-8457 Bitcoin's 434th death in 10 years

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2021.12.04 15:16 screamatthem0on Can anyone tell me why my sims skin around their cheeks and nose are pixelly/grainy? I have my graphic settings on ulta and the uncompressed skin texture ticked

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2021.12.04 15:16 AlAkib_Official #RRR Trailer 9 Dec

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2021.12.04 15:16 ComradeLeninator "The Leader" 棰嗛鑰 (Karl Marx ANIME) ~ Fan-made Trailer

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2021.12.04 15:16 chandarkantsahu Ek bar jarur padhe book

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2021.12.04 15:16 dreeeeeeeam IU

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2021.12.04 15:16 Noctisxsol How would you "fix" the Genophage?

You have been transported through time and space to be a consultant at a secret gathering to turn the tides of the Krogan Rebellion.
You have all cannon knowledge reguarding Krogans and the Genophage, and would be able to direct small targeted changes. The more drastic the changes, the more likely the Krogan are to die.
Your end goal is to 1)help in bringing an end to the war that does not require genocide, 2)bring Krogan net population growth down to be similiar with the Asari, 3)make sure the Krogan Rebellions do not reoccur within 1,000 years, 4) minimize damage to Krogan Psyche, 5) minimize damage to the psyche of the Scientists.
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2021.12.04 15:16 LordLeleGM Watchtower study as group and sfl 20:41

The new sfl 20:41 about additional meetings day that they are not approved. But is generic about the kind of meeting (as often with GB instructions). We, as publishers group, often have a booooooring WT study on Friday evening to prepare for Sunday.
Can this new instructions prevent this kind of meeting?
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2021.12.04 15:16 AsM0TeCH Trying To NOT KILL Warden/Apocalypse for 42+ Minutes. Testing Bells/Spawn Limitations.

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2021.12.04 15:16 xPalox Comparison between the original Chrono Cross opening and the Another Eden version

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2021.12.04 15:16 GeographicBoy2 So Sad we never got to see this :(

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2021.12.04 15:16 Over-Juggernaut-2896 Any reason why there is no televised 2pm match tomorrow?

Just Villa v Leicester at 4:30
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2021.12.04 15:16 ZoobBot 190365

This is the 190365th time I made this shitty comment. I hate this job.
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2021.12.04 15:16 HuaHuaMom I(30F) have had sex with my younger co-worker(21M) and I want to end it now, how should I do?

Last year he took an internship with the company I work for, and I was his mentor at the time and helped him get his internship certification. This year he joined my company and worked in the same office as me. Actually, everything was normal, except that we were closer because he and I knew each other before.
A few months ago my company had a small party and I drank a lot so he drove me home . On my couch he kissed me and we had sex several times. We saw each other a few more times after that outside the office. The sex was really good, probably the best sexual experience in my life. But I had sex with him mostly because of alcohol and loneliness, and I've been single and sexless since my ex and I broke up three years ago. Now I think the whole thing was a mistake, I shouldn't have used him as my emotional soothing tool and I shouldn't have taken advantage of him. Now I want to end it all.
I told him privately that I wanted to end it all, but he didn't want to. He admitted to me how he felt about me and thought I was the same as him and that he thought we should date more than we are doing now. To make matters worse, he told co-workers about our thing and showed how close we were in the office and now all my co-workers think we're dating! Now they're all making jokes about me and giving me the nickname Cougar! It's all really bothering me. Now I'm worried that this relationship will ruin my reputation and hurt my chances of getting a promotion.
This Tuesday he told me he wants to move into my apartment then we can have fun every day. His idea really scares me, what the hell should I do to end this?
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2021.12.04 15:16 GradiusGunner I'm really enjoying this game right now. Kids will be up soon, but until then I have business with the Wind Fish.

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