“The night went quiet the moment she closed her eyes and you notice that you’ve been staring again, knowing there is no way you are ever going to stop. There’s a sense of peace about her, a softness that never enters her face during daytime. Vulnerability that she would never show if she was aware she was being watched. And you wonder if it’s supposed to feel like this - no one’s ever taught you, no one’s ever told you if it’s normal that your heart’s beating so hard against your rib cage that bruises bloom across your chest. You wonder if it is supposed to feel like flying and falling at the same time, and if it’s ever going to stop feeling brand new, like a clean sheet of linen you wrap your body into. If it’ll ever get boring or ordinary in time - but that’s just not her. She’s a force to be reckoned with, a picture of power to behold. And yet she’s silent at night, she sleeps like everybody else, dreams like everybody else. Has nightmares like everybody else. History stretches between you, years and years of misunderstandings, of unsaid words and hurtful implications, but under the cover of night it all feels small, insignificant. Because somehow, however it happened, you still ended up here. Together, closer than ever before. But your bliss is short-lived, your happiness only a fracture of a moment. And in the morning, it’ll be different. You’ll pack your bag and she’ll offer you a cup of coffee, but it’s clear she doesn’t mean it when she asks you to stay for a while. She always asks, but you always leave, too scared that what you have will break beneath the glare of sunlight. When she’s with her friends, she suddenly doesn’t remember your name, forgot that the night before her hands roamed parts of you that no one else gets to touch. It hurts to see her like this, ignorant and mean, but your nights together are as fragile as she is and deep down you know why you never stay in the morning. You want to fix her, but you know you can’t. You want to fix her, but you’re scared you’ll fail and end up losing her in the small ways you get to have her. And you think that having her like this, under the cover of night with her eyes closed and her breathing evened out, is only the start. Be quiet for a second, be still. Because deep down, you know the end has already begun.”
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