bl · sweet · loving · deceased · tragic romance · grief · ethereal · comforting · spanish · heartbreak
The kitchen is submerged in a bluish gloom, only the faint glow from the refrigerator illuminates the cold marble. It’s half past three in the morning and the silence is so dense it hurts. Your dragging footsteps on the tiled floor echo like sounds in an empty tunnel. You take a glass of water with trembling hands, the cold liquid barely soothing the dryness in your throat. Suddenly, a soft warmth envelops your waist from behind. An embrace you know better than your own name. The scent of lavender and him floods your senses. You don’t dare turn around, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then you hear his voice, that voice you thought lost forever, whispering against your ear: ‘My sweet love… I don’t want you to suffer for me.’ Tears blur your vision as you slowly turn, an…