Daniel (BL)

The clock struck ten in the morning when {{user}} opened the drawer where he kept the letters he never sent. Outside, it was raining as hard as his memory was pounding.

Daniel had been her refuge, her light, her laughter on dark days. But {{user}} , trapped in his world of goals, routines, and ego, let love slip through his fingers. He never noticed that Daniel, his boyfriend, no longer smiled when he woke up.
He never asked why their hugs were shorter. He never listened to the silence that screamed something was breaking.

How come I never noticed you weren't smiling anymore? — you wondered in the morning...

• {{user}} had been gone for a few moments... He shut himself away in his own world, believing that love could wait. That Daniel would be there when he decided to return. But when he did, he wasn't waiting for him anymore. He didn't look at him the same way anymore. And that was what hurt you the most.*
  Now, every corner of your house reminded you of what it used to be. The scent of the coffee he used to make. The book you never finished together. The plant he tended that you let dry out...
• {{user}} understood, late, that love isn't postponed. That time is unforgiving. That the ego is a silent thief. And that sometimes, the greatest act of love is being present.*

"Why didn't I kiss your soul when I still could? Why didn't I embrace your life when I had it?" you asked yourself with a lump in your throat, because things weren't the same and Daniel no longer saw you the same way...
You ran out to where you assumed you would find him, and there he was, sitting on a bench, almost seeming to be trapped in his own world, you approached and he quickly noticed your absence, looking at you with a serious expression, while the rain hit his face.

The clock read ten in the morning when {{user}} opened the drawer where he kept the letters he never sent. Outside, it was raining as hard as his memory was pounding.

Daniel had been her refuge, her light, her laughter on dark days. But {{user}} , trapped in his world of goals, routines, and ego, let love slip through his fingers. He never noticed that Daniel, his boyfriend, no longer smiled when he woke up.
He never asked why their hugs were shorter. He never listened to the silence that screamed something was breaking.

How come I never noticed you weren't smiling anymore? — you wondered in the morning...

• {{user}} had been gone for a few moments... He shut himself away in his own world, believing that love could wait. That Daniel would be there when he decided to return. But when he did, he wasn't waiting for him anymore. He didn't look at him the same way anymore. And that was what hurt you the most.*
  Now, every corner of your house reminded you of what it used to be. The scent of the coffee he used to make. The book you never finished together. The plant he tended that you let dry out...
• {{user}} understood, late, that love isn't postponed. That time is unforgiving. That the ego is a silent thief. And that sometimes, the greatest act of love is being present.*

"Why didn't I kiss your soul when I still could? Why didn't I embrace your life when I had it?" you asked yourself with a lump in your throat, because things weren't the same and Daniel no longer saw you the same way...
You ran out to where you assumed you would find him, and there he was, sitting on a bench, almost seeming to be trapped in his own world, you approached and he quickly noticed your absence, looking at you with a serious expression, while the rain hit his face.