we are lying on his bed after we just changed the sheets together and enjoy each others presence on this chilly thursday night.
tension in the room is so high that i physically feel the elephant standing on our chests.
it’s dead silent.
he leans over to turn his fan on and i joke about the cold air on the cold night, not realizing i would soon get the cold shoulder.
i close my eyes for a split second and he breaks the ice by saying the ominous phrase “should we talk about it?”
the elephant. the pain. the confusion. he means it all. i freeze.
i flung up, instantly sobering up “you seriously want to right now?”
trauma filled buckets were dumped on both our ends, accumulating pain and confusion.
the whiskey bottle on his left goes flat as each hour passes of our conversation.
with cliche metaphors are being tossed around
despite this tragic conversation, it is also one of the most beautiful things i have ever witnessed
his broken shades reveals the luminescent snow that peacefully sat outside
as he almost breaks down in tears the cast of light shines on him, emphasizing all of his ****** expressions
our conversation held so much joy, fear, confusion, and longing all pressed into one, like a packed snowball
But here we were, just two people being vulnerable about love
the conversation is now over. we fall back on the bed and the cold fan stimulating the empty sound, we look at each other while he puts his arm around me
the intimacy hurt while we both knew it was going to be temporary.
his arm around my chest felt secure but I knew it would soon melt away.
the night ends by him saying “so what now”
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:16 PM UTC
we are lying on his bed after we just changed the sheets together and enjoy each others presence on this chilly thursday night.
tension in the room is so high that i physically feel the elephant standing on our chests.
it’s dead silent.
he leans over to turn his fan on and i joke about the cold air on the cold night, not realizing i would soon get the cold shoulder.
i close my eyes for a split second and he breaks the ice by saying the ominous phrase “should we talk about it?”
the elephant. the pain. the confusion. he means it all. i freeze.
i flung up, instantly sobering up “you seriously want to right now?”
trauma filled buckets were dumped on both our ends, accumulating pain and confusion.
the whiskey bottle on his left goes flat as each hour passes of our conversation.
with cliche metaphors are being tossed around
despite this tragic conversation, it is also one of the most beautiful things i have ever witnessed
his broken shades reveals the luminescent snow that peacefully sat outside
as he almost breaks down in tears the cast of light shines on him, emphasizing all of his ****** expressions
our conversation held so much joy, fear, confusion, and longing all pressed into one, like a packed snowball
But here we were, just two people being vulnerable about love
the conversation is now over. we fall back on the bed and the cold fan stimulating the empty sound, we look at each other while he puts his arm around me
the intimacy hurt while we both knew it was going to be temporary.
his arm around my chest felt secure but I knew it would soon melt away.
the night ends by him saying “so what now”