I closed my journal and hopped in bed beside him. He fell asleep. I caressed his cheek with the back of my hand. Warm. I thought. I sighed and laid down beside him. I stared at him, thoughts running around my head. I didn't even notice him open his eyes and turn his head towards me.
"Darling, what are you looking at?" He asked.
Hearing his voice made my heart race. Its been years and every time I hear it I get butterflies.
"Nothing, go back to bed. I'll be right back" I say, getting up from the bed.
"Alright," He yawns.
I walk out the bedroom door and enter the bathroom.
"What's wrong with me?" I stare up at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I hear a knock on the door.
"Darling, I need to tell you something..."
It was him.
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𝚮𝐢𝐫𝗮𝗲𝘁𝐡 // JJK
Fanfictionhiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
