𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 3. the first admission ) Moments of hesitation, breathless confessions, and the weight of words finally spoken ✧ ˚₊ Themes: vulnerability, tension, relief & the fear of ruining everything
My muse stumbles over their words, finally managing to say, “I… I think I’ve been in love with you for a while.”
My muse fidgets with their hands, avoiding your muse’s gaze as they whisper, “Do you ever think about us? Like… more than just friends?”
My muse lets it slip without thinking, eyes widening as they murmur, “God, I love you—” then freeze.
My muse bites their lip, hesitates, then finally sighs, “I don’t know how to say this, but… I think you mean more to me than you should.”
My muse confesses in a quiet moment, looking down, “I don’t need you to say anything back, I just… needed you to know.”
My muse shakes their head with a soft laugh. “It’s ridiculous, really. I was scared to tell you because… I didn’t want to lose you.”
My muse snaps in frustration, “Do you really not see it? How much I—” then stops, realizing what they almost said.
My muse confesses in a moment of desperation, gripping your muse’s wrist as they plead, “Just… tell me I don’t have a chance, and I’ll stop.”
My muse looks away, voice barely above a whisper. “If I tell you, everything changes. And I don’t know if I can handle that.”
My muse confesses in a reckless moment, pulling your muse close. “I should’ve said it sooner. I should’ve told you before it was too late.”
My muse breaks the silence with a strained voice. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t—like I don’t feel this way.”
My muse clenches their fists, staring at the ground. “I’m in love with you. I have been for years. And it’s killing me.”
✧ › 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 & 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅
My muse blurts out, “I think I—” then immediately shuts their mouth, cheeks burning.
My muse tries to play it off, laughing nervously. “I mean, it’s not like I—uh, you know, like you like you or anything—”
My muse nearly confesses but quickly backtracks. “It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.”
My muse starts to confess but gets interrupted, then panics, saying, “Never mind! Nothing important!”
My muse trips over their words, then just sighs in defeat. “Screw it. Yeah. I like you.”
✧ › 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒
My muse whispers it against your muse’s skin, their breath warm. “I’ve wanted to say this for so long…”
My muse confesses as they tend to your muse’s wounds, their hands gentle. “You don’t get it, do you? I’d do anything for you.”
My muse leans in, voice barely audible. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t feel it too.”
My muse murmurs it in the dark, thinking your muse is asleep. “…I love you.”
My muse says it in the middle of laughter, their expression softening as realization dawns. “God, I love you.”
My muse admits it right before a goodbye, voice breaking. “I didn’t want to leave without telling you.”
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