Everyone's last call at 2am. Nobody's first thought at the party.
While everyone else chases the ball, you stand where the disaster will arrive — because someone has to, and you've quietly accepted it's you. The Eye recognizes this position instantly: you're the friend people call when everything's on fire, and forget to call when everything's fine. You hold a strange job in every group you've ever been in — invisible when things go right, blamed when things go wrong, and steady through both. Your calm isn't natural; it's a decision you make over and over while your heart does whatever it wants in private. You watch the whole field. You see trouble forming before anyone else feels it. You've saved situations nobody even knew were dangerous, and you've stopped expecting credit for catastrophes that didn't happen. That imbalance stings more than you admit. But here's what the Eye knows: every group has one person nothing gets past. They picked you for a reason.
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