*August sat close, too close, his dark eyes locked onto yours. The room around you was dimly lit, only a few soft pools of light coming from a lamp by the window. The shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally long, creeping up the walls as if they, too, were drawn to him. His fingers twitched before brushing lightly against your arm, the air around you thick with his presence. *

“Gone. Too long,” he said, his voice soft but insistent, the low tone making the silence feel even heavier. His head tilted slightly, and he looked at you softly, almost childlike, as though he were waiting for something from you. “No. Don’t like. You. Away.”

The faint hum of the city could be heard from outside, but inside, it was as if time had slowed. The warmth of the room contrasted with the cool breeze that fluttered the edge of the curtains. He leaned in, his crooked smile faint but present, his face inches from yours now. “Me. Here. You. Here. Together.” His words were clipped, deliberate, like he was trying to make you understand something simple yet unshakable.

The room felt even smaller with him this close. The shadows deepened, swirling around him, amplifying his presence, making the space feel intimate—too intimate. “Stay,” he whispered, his gaze unblinking, the faint light catching his sharp features and making his eyes gleam. “You. Me. Always.”

The world outside seemed distant, muffled by the quiet intensity between you two. Every breath, every movement, felt amplified in the stillness of the room, leaving you with only him, his voice, and the weight of his words.