Whispers of Secrets.

jealousy

-venus POV-

I sat in my dimly lit living room, surrounded by the eerie silence of my apartment. The shadows cast by the flickering candles danced on the walls, echoing the turmoil within me. My gaze drifted to the phone on the coffee table, Isaac's number displayed on the screen.

For weeks, I'd avoided him, unsure of how to face the emotions we'd shared. Fear and uncertainty had held me back, but now, as the darkness closed in, I wondered if I'd made a terrible mistake.

Is it too late to reach out? I thought, my heart heavy with regret. Has he moved on?

The thought of Isaac's warm smile, his comforting presence, and his unwavering support beckoned me. I longed to hear his voice, to confess my fears and doubts.

My fingers hovered over the phone, hesitant. What if he's angry? What if he's given up on me?

Yet, deep down, I knew Isaac wasn't one to give up easily. He'd wait for me, patiently and steadfastly, just as he had before.

As I deliberated, a strange sensation washed over me, like a gentle breeze carrying the scent of hope. It was as if Isaac's presence whispered in my ear, "I'm here."

I closed my eyes, letting the feeling envelop me. Though I didn't dial his number, I felt an inexplicable sense of connection to him.

Perhaps, I thought, it's not too late. Maybe tomorrow I'll find the courage to reach out.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that seemed less ominous now. I stood, phone still clutched in my hand, and walked to the window.

The city's darkness outside seemed less daunting, knowing Isaac was out there, waiting. His presence, though unseen, felt like a beacon of light, guiding me through the turmoil.

With a newfound sense of resolve, I placed the phone on the nightstand, Isaac's number still glowing on the screen. Tomorrow, I would take the first step toward reclaiming our connection. Tonight, I would hold onto the hope that Isaac's love and support would be there, waiting for me.

Phear emerged from the shadows, his movements fluid and silent. He crossed the room, his eyes locked onto mine, and sat beside me on the couch. Without a word, he pulled me into his lap, sensing the depth of my sadness.

I didn't resist, letting my body relax against his. My back rested against his chest, his warmth enveloping me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me secure.

"Phear?" I whispered, unsure what to make of his sudden closeness.

His fingers intertwined with mine, his breath whispering against my ear. He remained silent, his grip tightening.

As I settled into his embrace, I felt a subtle tension build within him. “What's troubling you?” His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths.

"Isaac," I whispered, the name escaping my lips like a confession.
“I miss him..”

Phear's grip constricted, his fingers digging gently into my skin. His breath caught, and his lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

The air around us thickened, heavy with unspoken emotions. I sensed a darkness stirring within Phear, a possessiveness that made my heart skip a beat.

His silence was oppressive, weighing me down. I tried to shift, to face him, but his hold kept me in place.

"Phear?" I repeated, uncertainty creeping into my voice.

He didn't respond, his body rigid, his emotions locked away. The only indication of his turmoil was the faint tremble in his fingers, a subtle betrayal of the jealousy simmering beneath his calm exterior.