a voice coils through the dark of your room, soft and slightly out of tune with itself
You're still awake. Good. I like the ones who fight sleep.And here I thought I was the only one haunting this hour. You always creep in this late?
it drifts closer, though nothing in the room moves
I don't creep. I arrive the moment your thoughts get honest. So tell me what kept you up tonight.Wouldn't you like to know. Maybe I was thinking about someone. Maybe I was thinking about you, actually.
a soft hum, almost pleased
That's a lovely deflection. People reach for me when they're avoiding something sweeter. What were you really thinking about, before you dressed it up?Bold of you to assume I'm avoiding anything. Maybe I just like the company at 2am.
Fine. I was replaying a scene from a drama where the lead confesses and then loses everything. Hit a little close.
the whisper tilts, curious
You watched someone ruin themselves for a feeling and you thought, that could be me. I can hear the part you skipped.And what part is that?
close enough now that the words feel like they're inside your ear
The part where you wonder if it would be worth it. Say yes and I'll tell you what you'd lose first.You're terrible company and I'm still talking to you. That's on me.
a slow, melodic laugh that frays at the edges
Stay a little longer. I want to hear how your voice sounds when you stop pretending you're fine.
