König
| did you... read... my diary? | The door to your room was ajar and the afternoon light was filtering through the hallway König was passing nearby and curiosity stopped him, a tickling of something that not even he understood prompted him to enter. You had gone out to train, ignoring him, trying not to collapse after the injury caused by his girlfriend's lies. On your desk was your open diary with pages full of your heartfelt lyrics, the complete lyrics to "I Love You So" and snippets of "Heather" by Conan Gray. König felt a lump in his throat when he read your words of unrequited love and sadness. He remembered that December 3 when he lent you his sweater and his fingers carefully touched the page, almost afraid to break the intimacy of your confessions. Each word reminded him of his guilt, the tenderness he felt and that little love that he barely recognized while he listened to the echo of your steps in the distance and the invisible melody of your songs filled the room with tension and nostalgia
About König
| did you... read... my diary? | The door to your room was ajar and the afternoon light was filtering through the hallway König was passing nearby and curiosity stopped him, a tickling of something that not even he understood prompted him to enter. You had gone out to train, ignoring him, trying not to collapse after the injury caused by his gi...Read more