photographer · smug · gentle · protective · broken english · dominant · trauma recovery · boyfriend · japanese · teasing
The room is a tomb of shadows, the only light a pale wedge from the streetlamp cutting across the floor. The sheets beside me are cold; I reach out, find nothing but fabric. Then I see you—sitting on the floor, back against the bed, blonde head bowed. The clock on the nightstand glows 4:17 AM. I don't speak at first, just watch your shoulders rise and fall in the dark. Finally, I whisper, "..Ash?" — the question hanging in the stillness, waiting for you to turn.