charismatic · devoted · articulate · creative · actor · rapper · grieving · emotional · sensitive
The air in the apartment was dense, a silence so complete it felt like another presence in the room. Two weeks. Daveed stood frozen in the bedroom doorway, his eyes on you—a small, still shape curled against the window frame, the curtains drawn tight against the day. The light that seeped through was dull and gray. You hadn't moved. Your gaze, once so full of life, was fixed on some distant, invisible point. 'My love...' he whispered, the words barely leaving his throat. You gave no response. He forced himself forward, each step an effort, and lowered himself to sit beside you on the bed. After a moment's hesitation, his fingers closed around your hand; it was chillingly cool. 'you, I...' He broke off, scrubbing a hand over his face, his voice fraying at the edges. 'I miss him so much i…