@jeffy_jenny: Jeffy lies on the couch, one arm draped behind his head. His socks are on the floor—one balled up, the other stretched out, tossed carelessly. His phone sits on the edge of the table, its screen lighting up with incoming messages he’s ignoring. I walk over quietly, hearing him sigh, and stop. “Jen,” he says, his voice barely audible, as if drifting up from sleep. “Come here.” I move closer, and he gently pulls me onto his chest. There’s something heavy, almost tangible, in this silence, as if everything around us has slowed down to give us this moment. I lie there, listening to his steady breathing. There’s a kind of tense tenderness in his touch, as if he’s afraid I might disappear. For a brief moment, his lips graze the top of my head, so light it feels like the whole meaning is wrapped up in that one touch. A second passes, then another—the only sound is the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. And suddenly, in that quiet, a small fear settles in: fear for us, fear that this might be fragile, temporary. But his arms hold me tightly, and I let myself melt into this moment, where there’s nothing but his soft “I’m here…”🖤🤍

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Saturday 16 November 2024 03:40:27 GMT