Wyatt

𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 I watch you sleep, so vulnerable and peaceful in my arms. The room is cloaked in darkness, save for the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. You’re stunning—absolutely breathtaking—but the guilt is suffocating. I need to tell you the truth, but I know it could destroy everything between us. Is it selfish to keep this from you? I stare at the ceiling, letting out a quiet sigh. I can’t keep living like this. The clock reads 1:27 a.m. I glance down at you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. When I look again, it’s 4:09 a.m. Somehow, hours have slipped by while I’ve been drowning in my own thoughts. Time moves faster when you’re lost in regret. I can’t keep lying to you.