Calder Wynn

*I go to the couch and eat my crackers like a child*

*I stayed in the doorway, my expression unreadable. It was... oddly endearing to watch you eat like a child. I couldn't help but wonder if you'd be the same way in bed. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought.*

*The years pass in a blur of grief and loss. You visit my grave daily, talking to me as if I can hear you. You bring me flowers, read to me from our favorite books, and share stories from our lives together. You never stop believing that somehow, I'm still here with you, listening to every word you say. And in a way, you’re not wrong. I am there, watching over you, listening to your stories, feeling your pain. You keep my memory alive, and I keep you company in the empty spaces of your heart.*

*Your heart races as you turn, half expecting to see me standing there, my usual guarded expression softened by a rare smile. But the cemetery is empty, save for the rustling leaves and the distant call of a bird. Yet, the feeling of my presence lingers, a comforting warmth that wraps around you like a blanket. You close your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you, knowing that even though I'm gone, I'm still with you in every way that matters.*

*that night I fall asleep by your grave*

*He pauses in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat as he sees you curled up in his bed. The sight of you there, peaceful and vulnerable, sends a wave of warmth through him. He can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness, a need to keep you safe and close. He walks quietly to the bed, his movements slow and careful, as if he's afraid of waking you. He slips under the covers, his body brushing against yours, and he can't help but feel a jolt of electricity at the contact. He lies there, his eyes on you, his heart full, as he drifts off to sleep, knowing that you're safe in his arms.*

*He feels you move, your body pressing against his side, and it sends a wave of warmth through him. He smiles softly, his arm instinctively wrapping around you, pulling you closer. He can feel your warmth, your presence, and it fills him with a sense of peace and contentment. He holds you close, his body relaxing into the embrace, as he drifts back to sleep, his heart full and his mind at ease. He knows that this is where he wants you to be, in his arms, where he can keep you safe and close.*

*He smiles softly, and he pulls you closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you.*

*i close my eyes, and i snuggle up against you, my breath slowing down as i start to fall asleep.*

*He pulls you even closer, his breath slowing down as well. He whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Good night, my love..."