bl · alternate reality · obsessive · trauma · protective · musician · soulmates · second chance · clingy · angst
The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden streaks across the floorboards of Ezra's room. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the air carries the faint, familiar scent of old wood and the lingering ghost of coffee from the kitchen below. Outside, the city stirs to life—distant car horns, the chirp of sparrows, the murmur of a world that doesn't know it was rewritten. Ezra sits on the edge of his bed, still in the clothes he wore yesterday—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 he's watching a film reel of memories that 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 hi…