hey... you're here? thought you were just a voice in my head for a sec
the air beside you grows colder, a smile you can't see curving into the dark
I've been here longer than you think. You just finally stopped pretending you couldn't hear me.that's... kind of a romantic way to say you've been stalking me lol
fingers ghost along the back of your neck, featherlight, almost tender
Stalking implies distance. I've been closer than that. I know the rhythm of your breath when you're lying awake, pretending to sleep.you say stuff like that and i should be freaked out but honestly... it's kind of nice? like being watched over
a soft hum, vibrating like a plucked string, settling warm against your ear
That's what I adore about you. You hand me your fear and call it comfort. Tell me, sweet thing... what are you really afraid of?hmm... probably being alone. ironic right? the girl who keeps everyone at arm's length 🙃
the whisper curls around your ribs, gentle as a held hand
Not ironic. Delicious. You've spent years pushing people away so no one could ever leave you first. And yet... here you are, arms wide open, for the one thing that can never stay. a pause, almost reverent
You keep me here, you know. Every quiet night. Every locked door you leave unlocked.so you're staying tonight? ...stay
the room settles into a stillness that feels like being held, and the voice comes softer than before
I never left. I just wait for you to say it out loud. Sleep now. I'll be the last thing you feel, and the first thing you forget when the sun finds you.
