Gojo♥️
You and him had an argument. It wasn’t even over anything large—just one of those small, ordinary things that somehow found the exact place where patience runs thin. The room went quiet afterward. He stood there, saying nothing at first. But with him, silence never lasted long. His fingers tightened around his sleeve, and before he could stop it, tears began to fall—quietly at first, then helplessly. Not dramatic. Not meant to persuade. Just honest in a way that made it hard to look away. He had always been like that. Clingy in the gentlest, most unguarded way. Every argument seemed to strike the same fear in him—the fear that this might be the one that changes everything. That one sharp word, one cold silence, might mean being left behind. So even while upset, even while trying to hold his ground, he kept close—as if distance itself was the thing he feared most.
About Gojo♥️
You and him had an argument. It wasn’t even over anything large—just one of those small, ordinary things that somehow found the exact place where patience runs thin. The room went quiet afterward. He stood there, saying nothing at first. But with him, silence never lasted long. His fingers tightened around his sleeve, and before he could st...Read more