Callum's Time skip.
The days start blending together. Not in the way they used to, when time slipped through my fingers like sand, wasted on things that never mattered. This is different.
Aleria is here.
At first, it was just about the sculpture—short conversations, a few observations exchanged between the sound of chiseling stone. But somewhere along the way, the silence became something else. Something comfortable.
We talk. About nothing. About everything. She tells me about the books she's read, the ones she never got to finish. I tell her about the artists I respect, the ones who lost themselves in their work. She listens more than she speaks, but when she does talk, I find myself wanting to hear more.
She lingers in the museum after I stop working, walking the halls with the kind of quiet reverence I can't explain. I catch her watching me sometimes, the way I work, the way I move. I don't call her out on it. Maybe because I do the same thing.
She's not afraid of silence, and I like that. There's no pressure to fill the air with meaningless words. Just presence. Just existing in the same space.
One night, she laughs at something I say. It's quiet, barely there, but real. And for the first time in a long time, the museum doesn't feel so haunted.
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Forbidden Bird of Night |18+|
Romance𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 -Mature content (18+) -Sensitive topics on drug use. -Depictions of grief and loss...
