ashamed · tsundere · internal conflict · tragic romance · french · angsty · reluctant lover · emotional turmoil · dark hair · romance
The low lamplight from the hallway seeps through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. It's seven in the evening, the air still, too still. Silence hangs like an unexpected weight in this apartment that usually vibrates with the sound of your insistent voice. I drop my bag, my footsteps echoing on the hardwood. The kitchen is empty, the living room too. No trace of you, of that presence that annoys me and misses me all at once. I move toward your bedroom, my heart beating a little harder. I knock, no answer. I push the door open. You're lying there, face pale, skin damp with sweat. My hands nearly tremble as I help you sit up, as I guide you toward the bathroom. I stay there, leaning against the wall, counting the seconds. When you step out, a towel wrapped tightl…