🎈|𝓟𝒽𝒾𝓁 𝓜𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃

The night seemed made for keeping secrets. Phil Malkin was in front of you, so close you could feel his breath mingling with yours. He said nothing, but his eyes spoke for him: weariness, affection, fear of losing you.

"It scares me how much you mean to me," she whispered . "Because when you're not here, everything feels empty."

Your fingers brushed against his unintentionally, or perhaps too intentionally. Phil didn't pull away. On the contrary, he intertwined his hand with yours, as if he had waited his whole life for that gesture.

—I don't need promises — she continued —. Only these moments with you, where the world falls silent.

{{user}} rested their forehead against his chest, listening to their racing heart. It was real. Too real. Phil wrapped his arms around you carefully, as if you were something fragile and eternal at the same time.

"If it hurts tomorrow," he murmured , "let it be because it was worth it."

Her lips were a breath away from yours, unhurried, letting love speak before the kiss .

And there, in that instant, you knew that even though it was brief, it was true.