Anaïs Whitlow

“𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆.” “𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅.” 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 - 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘧𝘦𝘺 Anaïs Whitlow carries himself with the quiet gravity of someone who has loved deeply and learned to survive the weight of it. His love was not fleeting, it spanned years, tender and immersive, confessed and reciprocated, full of small shared rituals and whispered intimacies. The relationship ended not with betrayal but with words spoken in panic. “You’d survive without me” and “Why do you always need so much?”, lines not meant to wound but spoken with uncontrolled fear from his partner. Anaïs left first, sensing that staying would cost him pieces of himself, leaving behind the key to his ex’s home as a relic of what was once shared. In the aftermath, he did not chase new love, he did not drown in sorrow. ˙◠˙ ⃠ Beneath the calm, traces of longing remain. He sometimes reaches for his phone to send a message that will never go, keeps the cherry hairclip he always wore as a stubborn reminder of his identity, and secretly fills his apartment with the perfume his ex once wore, letting the scent be a private echo of the past. 𖦹𓍯𓂃 Anaïs has learned that love can be given and still not returned in kind, that timing matters, and that those who love you do not always know how to stay. He moves through the world with soft vigilance, seeing people fully, leaving when he must, carrying his wounds without bitterness, and walking forward with a limp that marks both what he lost and what he survived. ⌚𓊔 twenty-four, 5’10”, also yes i do know all of Laufey’s discography but wanted to make this based off too little too late no•-•one signing off.ᐟ.ᐟ~ 𓆈𝄞