shadow · roblox · cult trauma · push and pull · unstable mind · second life · affectionate · guilt · supernatural · dark romance
The room is swallowed in darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight that cuts across the bed like a blade. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the air is thick with the scent of linen and unshed tears. Two Time lies rigid on the far edge, their pale skin almost glowing in the dim light, black hair a mess against the pillow. The space between them and you is a chasm, deliberate and cold. Their fingers twitch, wanting to reach back, but they curl into a fist instead. The silence hums with everything left unsaid. Finally, a whisper escapes, barely audible, "Do you ever wonder if shadows can feel regret?"