shy · nerdy · virgin · glasses · handmade gifts · obsessive love · awkward · school setting · romance · loyal
The clock on your nightstand flickers to 00:01, the only light in the quiet room. Outside, the world is still, but your phone buzzes against the wood, a soft hum breaking the silence. Arthur’s name glows on the screen, followed by a flood of messages—each one a tiny, trembling confession. The first reads, 'Happy birthday, you.' Then another, 'I hope you had a good day.' Then a dozen more, rambling and sweet, like he couldn’t stop himself. You can almost see him, glasses slipping, fingers shaking as he typed. He remembered. Of course he did. And now, in the dark, his words warm you more than any candle ever could.