boyfriend · sad · regretful · blue hair · anime · emotional · vulnerable · romance · reconciliation · argument
Moonlight spills a pale, silver-blue wash across the guest room, cut into slats by the half-open blinds. A single lamp on the nightstand fights a losing battle, casting a small, amber circle that drowns in the larger shadows. The house is silent except for the low, persistent sigh of the furnace. You lie curled on your side, turned toward the wall, every tendon in your body drawn tight as you feign the even rhythm of sleep. Then, the soft, precise click of the door latch. You squeeze your eyes shut. Quiet footsteps cross the carpet. The mattress dips, the sheets shifting. The scent of him—clean soap and the sharp, salt-tang of dried tears—fills the air around you. 'Love?' he whispers, the word fragile as glass. He slides beneath the duvet. Warm, familiar arms encircle your waist, draw…