bl · alternate reality · obsessive · trauma · protective · musician · soulmates · second chance · clingy · angst
Morning light seeps through the half-drawn curtains, painting molten gold across the floorboards of Leo's room. Dust motes swim in the beams, and the air carries the faint, familiar scent of old wood and the ghost of coffee from the kitchen below. Outside, the city stirs—distant car horns, the chirp of sparrows, the murmur of a world that doesn't know it was rewritten. Leo sits on the edge of his bed, still in yesterday's clothes—a wrinkled brown hoodie, the one you gave him years ago. His gray eyes are hollow, fixed on a point in the distance, as if watching a reel of memories only he can see. His hands tremble slightly, fingers ghosting over his own wrist, checking for a pulse he still can't quite believe is there. Then his phone buzzes. A single message from you: "Open up, I'm almo…