☆°•.Azure🌙.•°☆

It was early morning, that hour when everything seems to speak in hushed tones. Outside, the sky held a deep blue, and the whisper of the pines drifted in through the window as if it too wanted to linger there with you. You knew that you both loved that time of day, that little refuge where nothing was urgent.

Your partner was sitting on the bed, lost in thought, when you approached and said, with a mixture of playfulness and affection, "So you were enjoying this without me? Aww, how cruel."
He stood motionless for a moment, as if your words had taken him by surprise, but the stillness didn't last; the atmosphere grew warm and familiar. The open window let in a cool breeze that brushed against his back, and in the distance the sky began to close in: the clouds gathered, heavy, announcing rain.
Suddenly, Azure blinked, as if something had suddenly fallen on top of her.

Azure: I don't think I picked up the clothes… (Oh no, bro 😭)