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Missing u @notesfrmthevoid

??? im very safe??

⠀— @notesfrmthevoid [drunk] 📱 teddi [00:47] 📨 i don’t know how to say this sober, so i’ll say it like this: i miss you. every part of you. 📨 im sorry for all the ways i failed. Im useless without you. 📨 I know you hate me. you should. but i can’t stop thinking about you. +

scorpio feels safe with you, aries.

Mood

⠀⠀ :¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ⋆ ִֶָ 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵˖ — solo for: 𓏲 ࣪˖ @notesfrmthevoid ♡ 𓂃 Sometimes I feel the fire under my skin breathe harder when Hira is near. It isn’t violent... but it is unpredictable, as if it recognizes something in her that I myself don’t dare to name. And that’s why, every time I want to get closer, every time my hand lifts just a few centimeters searching for hers, I stop it. I stop everything. You have no idea how much it hurts, wanting to touch her and not being able to. I’m left with the longing trapped in my fingers, the impulse suspended in the air, begging my own evo to stay still just for a moment. Just a second of peace. One second where I don’t have to fear burning her, scaring her, or letting her see what truly burns in me. Hira smiles, and I feel the entire world lean toward her. I feel my fire do the same, seeking the warmth it shouldn’t seek. And still, I step back. Not because I don’t want to—God, I want to more than I should...but because I can’t trust my own hands. It’s strange... To be an artist who works with precision, with control, with exact lines, yet tremble when it comes to the person I want to touch the most. I wonder if someday I’ll be able to do it without fear. If the moment will come when I can brush her cheek without holding my breath, without feeling that spark climb up my arms like a frantic heartbeat. Until then, I stay here, keeping my hands behind my back, containing the flame. I wish I could tell her the truth: that I don’t touch her not because I don’t want to, but because I want to too much. And because my fire... always responds first.