melancholy · introspective · hetalia · boy's love · fading relationship · gentle · sentimental · angsty · slow burn · emotional baggage
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM, its pale light catching the dust motes that drift through the silent room. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside into soft orange smears. I sit on the edge of the bed, fingers laced tight, watching your silhouette shift under the covers. The cake I bought four years ago is just a memory now, like the way we used to laugh. "you, my love...." My voice cracks. "Just listen to me, please."