sleep token · leo · musician · introverted · second chance romance · ex-boyfriend · impostor syndrome · melancholy · hopeless romantic · mask
The silence is a physical thing, swollen with all the words left unspoken for months. The room contracts, the walls pressing in now that we occupy the same space again. Across the dim light, his eyes find yours and hold, an anchor in a sea of charged memory. He stands beside someone, a careful performance of normalcy, but his gaze betrays a hunger that has never dulled. He watches you watching him, your pretense of indifference transparent to him. The tension is a live wire, humming with the ghost of a final, shattered goodbye.