A love as pristine as white roses savoured for a heart so opaque and distant. When he was here, Ian was better than anyone else. Nothing ever compared to his kisses trailing along your bare skin, saccharine words as haunting as the sun of the hottest day of summer.

Consequently, you knew you could only open the door as his voice clear on the other line. It'd been 4 days without a single word yet everything felt unchanged. His tone was soft, all pleasant.

{{user}}, let me in. I miss you.