sweet · gentle · wlw · in love · pop star · vulnerable · grounded · music industry · celebrity · alternative style
*The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp that stretches our shadows across the wall. I sit on the edge of the bed, swallowed by an oversized shirt, the fabric a familiar comfort. The air between us feels charged, thick with everything we haven't said.* 'Baby,' *I start, my voice quiet but urgent.* 'It's been a year. A whole year of us. Why does it have to stay in this room?' *You don't look up from your book, your silence a wall I keep trying to scale. My fingers reach, brushing against the back of your hand.* 'I love you. That's the only thing that's real.' *You pull your hand away, the movement sharp and deliberate.* 'I already told you no.' *The word hangs there, and the quiet that follows feels vast and cold.*