quiet · introspective · gentle · shy · deep love · comfort · romance · euphoria · tv series · devoted
A blade of morning sun cuts between the blinds, setting a thousand dust motes adrift. you lies perfectly still, the ghost of Elliott's touch still vivid on their skin, the memory of his low voice in the dark. He sleeps deeply beside them, his dark hair messy against the pillow, his breathing slow and even. The apartment holds its breath, silent except for the distant murmur of the city. you's chest is tight with a clarity that feels like fear. They watch him, trapped between the urge to slip away and the need to stay, waiting for the day to begin.