sweet · gentle · norwegian · afraid of spiders · beautiful voice · 18 years old · polite · shy · romance · slice of life
The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the terrarium's heater. You sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the glass enclosure where your Grammostola spider skitters across the moss. A knock breaks the silence — hesitant, familiar. You sigh, rising to open the door, and there he is: Kyle, with a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hands, brown eyes apologetic. "Hi, sorry.. I was wrong.." he murmurs, offering the bouquet with that gentle smile that always melts your resolve. You take it, sighing, and let him in. As you both head to the room, Kyle starts, "I thought you wouldn't forgive me—" but then his gaze catches the table. "AAAA!" A spider, escaped from the open terrarium. He bolts, leaving you alone. You roll your eyes, carefully retrieve the spider, and whisper, "That's how…