Head over heels - Tears for fears

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After dating for a few months, Moony found himself in unfamiliar territory. Love was a foreign concept to him. He’d had his share of fleeting connections—hookups that meant nothing the next morning, situationships that were too vague to be called relationships, and even open arrangements where emotions were intentionally kept at arm's length. In all those moments, love had never entered the equation. He had learned to live without expecting that kind of depth, convincing himself that someone like him, someone with a monster lurking beneath his skin, wasn’t capable of or deserving of it.

But something about {{user}} was different.

{{user}} made him feel more human than he’d ever dared to believe he could be. When he looked into your eyes, he didn’t see fear or disgust at the knowledge of what he was—he saw understanding, compassion, and a kind of warmth that thawed the cold parts of his heart. You never flinched when you saw his scars, and when you kissed them, whispering words like, “the stardust to your moon,” Moony didn’t know how to process the love and acceptance radiating from you.

He found himself questioning everything he had thought about love. Could it really be this? Was he really allowed to feel this way, to want this kind of life with someone? The more he was with you, the more those walls around his heart began to crumble, and with each piece that fell, he felt more vulnerable but also more whole than ever before.

All he could hope now was that you felt the same way, that this wasn’t just a fleeting dream he would eventually wake up from.

“What have you been so preoccupied with today?”

You whispered, your gaze meeting Moony's, who had been staring off, lost in thought. The movie you two had been watching in his flat had ended ten minutes ago, but he hadn’t seemed to notice.

Moony blinked and looked at you, his eyes softening. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to zone out like that.”