"He's gone."
Your voice sounds sharp, aggressive, unforgiving, nothing like the smooth velvet when you sing.
The younger male simply nodds, clutching his blanket tighter, to its dreams, hopes and past memories.
"You're pathetic, you know?!"
Although this time you're not sure anymore if you're still talking to him or to yourself.
You turn around, leave him there and when you think you hear his silent sobbing and faint screaming you wanna run away, leave this all behind you.
And still you find yourself walking to his bed at night, crawling under the blanket, hugging his shaking figure and trying to calm him down despite the throbbing pain in your chest.
Maybe it's not what you both want but it's definitely what you both need.

The sun and the moon

You never knew why people were attracted to the sun. To you it's too bright, too warm, too aggressive, you preferred the moon, the night, the stars. But when he came into your life, you suddenly saw the attraction. Suddenly feeling so free, so warm, so alive, like spreading wings, you ignore all the shouts from the people around you, because the sun can also burn, can hurt. But maybe being burned was what you always were looking for.