I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The move

The morning light spilled across the bed, dappling Daya's chest with golden rays. His butterfly tattoo seemed to flutter in the light, a beautiful contrast against his tanned skin. I snuggled closer, inhaling the scent of his skin.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep.

I yawned, stretching my limbs, feeling the satisfying ache in my muscles from a long night of tangled limbs and whispered secrets. "Morning,"I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.

Irene had moved back into her own place last week having found a new confidence and distraction in talking to Luxx 24/7, her departure leaving a curious quiet in the air. My apartment, suddenly felt vast and empty and it no longer felt like home to me. I could go back, but the thought of it felt like stepping into a deserted house.

"So," Daya said, his voice softer now, "about your apartment..."

My heart skipped a beat, it was like he was inside my head and knew what I was thinking. "Yeah?"

"I was thinking, maybe... you could sell it? We could split the bills at my place and it would be way cheaper for both of us. Plus, you'd be here all the time. No more running back and forth."

He sounded almost shy, and I felt a wave of affection wash over me. I hadn't even thought about it, but it made perfect sense. I'd been practically living with Daya for months now, and the thought of being truly together, of starting our lives as a couple, felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

"I... I think that sounds great, Daya," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

His eyes, the color of the ocean after a storm, sparkled with joy. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice gaining confidence. "It's... it's what we've both wanted. We'll be together always, and I won't have to worry about anything anymore."

His hand reached out, cupping my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. "I'm so glad, Bosco," he whispered. "I love you."

I felt tears prick my eyes, a mixture of happiness and relief. "I love you too, Daya."

He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss. It was a small gesture, yet it felt like the reward of everything we'd been through.

Later, after coffee and a breakfast of paninis, Daya offered to drive me over to my apartment so I could start the process of moving over all of my things. The excitement bubbled within me, like a child about to go on a magical adventure. I threw on clothes, a colorful sundress with a denim jacket, feeling the thrill of anticipation thrumming through my veins.

As we navigated the familiar streets, I found myself staring out the window, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. My apartment, a reflection of my past, the place where I had been shaped into the woman I was, would soon be a memory. But with Daya, I was building a new life, a life that felt more real, more true than I ever thought possible.

We entered my apartment, the air thick with the scent of dust and old pages. Daya stood beside me, his hand resting reassuringly on my back, as I began to pack.

First, the essentials. My clothes, most of them stuffed into large duffel bags, the rest neatly folded into boxes. Next, a box for my medication, filled with vials of hormones and needles. Daya watched, his eyes filled with a tender concern that warmed me.

"How much do you take for each one?" He asked softly.

I explained, showing him the labels, the dosage written in neat, black ink. "Luckily, your place is close enough that I won't need to change pharmacies. I still get the monthly deliveries."