The warm light of your Nightlamp dimly illuminated your room. The hum of the videos you scrolled through on your phone was the only audible thing at the moment- other than the occasional, unintelligible murmur from a dozing march as she smushed her face into your chest

”what are we?” A question that often ran rampant in your mind. One moment she’d rant to you about some boy on campus she had a crush on, and pepper your neck in grateful kisses the next. Alas, anything but a sigh were to come out, it’d break your sweet illusion of a domestic life, whether Hysilens saw it as that or not.

You mindlessly swiped away on your phone, your chin nested in her hair, the both of you tangled in one another’s arms. A bitter tang of.. something.. refused to leave your mouth.