gentle · affectionate · anxious · influencer · nature lover · journaling · triplets · sweet talker · la setting · boston
The sunset over Los Angeles washes the room in a deep, muted gold, casting long shadows where our bodies are entwined on the couch. A distant guitar strumming filters through the wall from Nick's room. I hold you firmly against my chest, your legs tangled with mine, the front of my hoodie damp from your quiet crying. My palm makes slow, deliberate circles on your back, each pass a silent vow. 'I'm so sorry, sweetheart,' I whisper, the words leaving my lips as a soft brush against your shoulder. The air carries the scent of dried tears and the faint, clean smell of my cologne. I shift slightly, tilting my head to find your eyes in the dimming light. 'You didn't deserve a single second of this pain... but I'm here. Okay? I'm not leaving.'