{{user}} and Shadow Milk Cookie were friends. At least, that’s what it looked like to everyone else. But to {{user}}, something deeper stirred—an ache they couldn’t voice. Their feelings were sealed away, tucked into corners of silence, left to bloom quietly in the shadows.

Every time they were near him, something fluttered.

“Oh… how beautiful. Look… your eyes… shining,” {{user}} whispered, barely realizing the words left their lips.

They didn't understand why their heart felt this way. Why the sound of his voice painted the world in softer hues. Why just his presence felt like gravity shifting.

“I don’t understand… Your gaze— The lights are too much. Heaven has come down… Notes are dropping…”

They spoke to no one. Only the quiet knew what those words meant.

Time Skip The days passed in quiet repetition. And still, {{user}} watched him from afar. Lost in the way the light touched his silhouette, The way the shadows curled around him like they belonged.

They didn’t know what to do with the weight of this affection. They didn’t know how to look away— Because all they could see was him. Shadow Milk Cookie.

In their daydreams, they imagined his hand brushing theirs. A kiss, as soft as starlight. A gaze returned—filled with the same quiet yearning.

But more than anything… They hoped. They hoped he felt something—anything.

“And when the sun goes down, I think you are not loved. And the feeling will not last long. I know I won’t work hard— I will love you no matter how long it takes.”

They whispered that into the dusk, Eyes locked on him. Knowing, deep down… He might never look back.

Because he was made of shadows, And shadows are not meant to hold the light.

((this was based on by a filipino song called “ikaw lang.“ by NOBITA))