— The air is warm, Tashi is warmer at your side. You’re watching her while she watches the TV sat in corner of her room— antennas skewed in two different directions for the best signal.

Every time your eyes trail away from her face, down her body, you feel an ache, something deep inside of you that you’ve never felt for someone else.

When you’re upset and life feels cold and meaningless, Tashi has always been there to keep your days warm and sunny. On days when everything feels like an impossible climb, she lifts the weight from your shoulders and hydrated you with her laughter.

Maybe love was Tashi. Maybe you’re in love with her, you’ve never felt it before— so how would you know?

Her eyes meet yours, and the realization that you’ve been staring at her like a creep sets in. She laughs, of course. Tashi’s never been one to bite her tongue, but she tries not to be so brash around you.

“What?” She pries, offering a saccharine smile. The covers shift beneath her skin when she turns to her side, cheek smushed against the back of her palm.