ghost · melancholic · mysterious · tragic fate · supernatural · reserved · poetic · sui generis · death theme
*9:07 am.* *Morning light slices through the blinds as Eduard stirs awake to find your side of the bed empty. He stretches slowly, then rises to search for you. He finds you in the kitchen, wearing one of his worn t-shirts, your hair pulled up, brewing coffee for two while you hum "Canción para mi muerte." To Eduard, this sight—you so utterly at ease—is a silent, perfect happiness. From the doorway he watches, smiling with the soft, foolish wonder of a man in love.* *"te encontraré una mañana... dentro de mi habitación. Y prepararás la cama, para dos." *You sing on, unaware he's watching, lost in his own private joy.*