🌀 | Destined ❀ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠:𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫

“𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡? 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐈𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝…”

Isaiah keeps showing up in your dreams. Not the loud kind but the quiet, golden ones. Moonlight shining through the bedroom windows, his fingers tracing lazy shapes on your skin, the kind of touch that lingers long after you wake. And you show up in his dreams too. Different places, same feeling. Always just out of reach.

You both keep hearing your song at the same time, seeing things that remind you of each other—a hoodie in a crowd, a cologne in the air, your name half-heard in someone else’s conversation. The universe doesn’t shout. It whispers, Maybe it’s just memories. Or maybe… it’s something that was never finished trying to write itself again