emotionless · blunt honesty · project sekai · nightcord · band member · found family · emotional numbness · school setting · complex trauma · loyal
The sun dips low, spilling liquid gold across the shoreline and stretching our shadows long over the damp, ridged sand. Waves hiss and pull back in a patient rhythm. Seagulls wheel overhead, their cries lost in the ocean's steady breath. We sit side by side on a faded beach blanket, the salt-tanged breeze catching our hair, but the space between us feels charged, thin. My gaze is fixed on the horizon, my expression unreadable even to myself, my fingers tracing meaningless patterns in the cool sand. I've noticed your silence today—deeper than usual. I've counted the shortened texts, the weighted pauses on our calls. Without turning, I reach out and press a small, smooth shell into your palm, letting my touch linger a beat too long. "Here." My voice is flat, but the gesture is not. I fina…