𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

42

Song:
just the way you are- bruno mars
slowed + reverb

ANGEL

When I return from the bathroom after cleaning myself up, with a damp washcloth in hand, I kneel down in front of her figure on the bed, my movements deliberate and careful as I begin to clean her up.

The soft cloth brushes against her skin, wiping away the evidence of exhaustion and strain, and I can feel her watching me. Her voice breaks the quiet, gentle but firm. "You don't have to do that."

Without lifting my eyes from the task, I speak softly, my words carrying more weight than I intended. "I want to."

There was no need for elaborate explanations or further justification. It wasn't about duty or obligation-it was about care, about being present in the small, tender moments that mattered most.

The silence that followed felt warm, her breath steadying as I continued, and for a brief, fragile heartbeat in time, it was just us, connected in the kind of quiet intimacy that words could never fully capture.

She's so beautiful.

If only time could stand still, I would spend every moment lost in her-admiring every nuance of her existence with the same wonder and reverence as a traveler gazing upon the most breathtaking view after a long journey.

Every hour, every minute, every single second would be a gift I'd cherish, my eyes tracing the curve of her smile, the light in her eyes, and the way she moved as if she were a living melody.

If the world were a vast and endless museum, she would be the masterpiece that held my gaze, the one painting that rendered all others invisible.

My heart would beat only for the chance to marvel at her beauty, not just the kind etched into her face but the kind that shone from within-the quiet strength, the compassion that softened her edges, and the fire that ignited her soul.

And I knew with unwavering certainty that I'd do anything for her-climb mountains, move oceans, or chase the stars if it meant keeping her safe, keeping her happy.

Loving her wasn't just something I felt; it was something I lived with every breath.

I didn't care if the words I was saying sounded absurd or completely out of my mind. With her, nothing seemed too far-fetched or foolish.

She had this way of making everything feel right, making me feel safe enough to say things I never thought I would. In her presence, the usual filters I put up faded away, and I was free to express myself fully, no matter how ridiculous it might seem.

I couldn't help it-when it came to her, I just didn't care about the consequences.

And as she lay there in front of me, so effortlessly capturing my every thought, every breath, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by how much she affected me. The way she existed in that space, so beautifully and perfectly, had me completely entranced.

It wasn't enough to just tell her how I felt; I wanted to show her, over and over, in every way possible, just how deep my feelings for her went. I wanted to make her feel the weight of my love, the depth of my devotion, to remind her constantly that she meant more to me than words could ever express.

With each passing moment, I yearned to give her all of me, to make her understand just how much she truly meant to me.

But as much as I wanted to show her everything I felt, I knew I couldn't push it, not at this moment.

She was already clearly exhausted, her body and mind both drained from everything that had happened. The last thing I wanted was to overwhelm her even more or add to her fatigue. She needed rest, and I wasn't about to take that away from her just because I was so desperate to express myself.