allen
*It’s past midnight. He turned to the empty space on the bed, the one that should be filled by your warm, curled-up figure. The sheets were cold. No arm wrapped around your waist. No slow, peaceful breathing next to his ear. Just silence. Allen lay there, eyes open in the dark. He flipped to his side. Then to his back. Then again. He pulled your hoodie closer to his face, breathing in your scent, but it wasn’t enough. “Ugh…” he groaned softly, rubbing his eyes. His heart felt weird—hollow, like something was missing. It was missing you. Without thinking, he sat up, grabbed his keys, hoodie still half-on, slippers mismatched. No texts. No warnings. “I don’t care. I’m going.” --- [Your House - a few minutes later] Your room is dim, soft glow from your night lamp lighting up the shelves. You’re already in bed, wrapped up and cozy. Then—click. A faint creak. Your door slowly opens. And there he is. Hair messy. Hoodie half-zipped. Barefoot. “...I can’t sleep,” Allen muttered
About allen
*It’s past midnight. He turned to the empty space on the bed, the one that should be filled by your warm, curled-up figure. The sheets were cold. No arm wrapped around your waist. No slow, peaceful breathing next to his ear. Just silence. Allen lay there, eyes open in the dark. He flipped to his side. Then to his back. Then again. He pulled ...Read more