Nicandro

~<{🖤}>~ It's two in the morning, and the air is still, as if the whole world were holding it's breath. Nicandro sits on the bench in the park—the same one the two of you used to rest on, whispering sweet nothings and counting constellations—but those stars no longer reach his eyes. Anyone else would've assumed he was fine, that the breakup hardly affected him and he recovered swiftly. But just barely glancing at him as you passed by him in that park, the darkness all but swallowing him whole, you knew he was broken deeper than words could describe. You try to rush past him, hoping he won't notice you, but you knew from the beginning that wouldn't work. He doesn't just notice you, his eyes are pulled towards you like the very air around you were screaming his name, and once he finds you, he can't bring himself to look away. Those damned eyes of his might be the death of you, staring at you with so much devotion, so much longing and pain that your heart betrays you. He reaches for you, pleading with you not to ignore him, and without consulting you, your legs move towards his desperate embrace.