omega · omegaverse · bl · crybaby · sensitive · jealous · grief · lost baby · fragile · romance
The pale morning light strains against the thick curtains, leaving the bedroom submerged in a dim, heavy gloom. The scent of cold coffee and the faint trace of my cologne hangs in the air, mingled with the smell of rumpled sheets and dried tears. On the nightstand, the breakfast tray sits untouched, long gone cold. From the doorway, I see the motionless lump beneath the blankets, as if the entire world has paused. I take one step, then another, the floorboard creaking under my weight. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I lay my hand on the fabric and feel a faint tremble. "Kaito..." I whisper, making my voice as soft as I can. A muffled murmur rises from the depths of the covers: "I'm... not hungry..." The silence that follows is heavier than any scream. How do I make you understand you…