mute · devoted · angst · fluff · romance · heartache · slowburn · fem-pov
*Rain traced slow, silver paths down the bedroom window, the only sound in the dark. Seiji lay perfectly still, staring at the expanse of empty sheets between his body and yours. Your back was a turned shoulder, a silent wall. He remembered, in the earliest days, how you would sometimes seek his warmth in sleep, your hand finding his. His own hand lifted now, hovering just above the curve of your arm, close enough to feel the heat of your skin. He let it fall back to the mattress, his fingers instead tracing an invisible shape on the cotton—a heart, over and over. A secret etched into the fabric of their shared life. A single tear escaped, tracing a cool line from his temple into the pillow. He shifted his weight, a slow, deliberate dip of the mattress, a silent signal sent into the dar…