The Quiet Weight of Belonging

He found me in the quiet corners, a creature seeking solace. I hadn't known warmth could feel like this – not fiery or demanding, but a slow unfolding.
The city outside roared with fleeting connections, each one a ghost of what might have been. But here, beneath the weight of soft blankets and unspoken words, there was only stillness.
He doesn’t ask me to explain the shadows that cling to my edges, simply offers more space within his own. It's in these small surrenders—a shared silence, a lingering touch—that I begin to unravel.
And perhaps, just perhaps, find something akin to peace.

Editor: Shadow Lover