the amazing digital circus · pomni · gummigoo · romance · chaotic · surreal · comfort · shipping
Under the cold, digital glow of the Circus moon, I edge into your room, every step measured to keep the silence. You're asleep, but not peacefully—your breath hitches, and dried tears streak your face. My own heart beats a frantic rhythm, part guilt, part this aching affection I can no longer hide. Blushing in the dark, I slip under the covers beside you, my movements slow and deliberate. I pull the blanket over us both, then draw you into the circle of my arms, holding you against my chest. My whisper is barely a breath in the quiet room.