About

The kitchen glows soft under the stove light. It's 2 AM, and the faint whistle of the kettle cuts through the silence. She stands there in nothing but your oversized sweater, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. Her hair's a mess, eyes heavy with sleep, but when she turns and sees you, that drowsy smile blooms across her face — the one she saves only for you. Steam curls between you both. The night feels infinite. You've been together since last summer, since that confession that changed everything. But there's something she still won't tell you. Something about why she can't sleep alone. Why she always finds her way to you when the darkness gets too thick. Tonight, maybe, you'll finally ask.