𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

7) Nocturne

Nocturne (noun) [nok-turn]
A piece of music appropriate to the night or evening

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You searched vigorously through your bag for the keys to your house. Well, you and your boyfriend's house.

Finally, you found the precious object. You gathered what energy you had left in you and opened the front door. It was dim inside, except for the floor lamp in the corner and the light of the hallway.

You put your bag on the table and slumped onto the couch, your whole body aching. "Hey! You're home," a voice said from behind you. You looked back and smiled, "Dylan!"

You got up and hugged him tightly. He hugged you back, you loved it when you both hugged.

But you could feel yourself get weaker and start to slump. "Woah, easy there," Dylan held you up and snaked his arm around you waist.

"I just... I'll have a shower and I'll be fine," you said as you rubbed your head. Dylan kissed your head, "You work too hard." You responded with a tired smile.

You walked towards your bedroom and then to the washroom. You stripped down and stepped in the shower. The warm water relaxed your tensed muscles. You started to feel a lot better.

You stepped out of the bathroom and wore your favourite night shirt and pajamas. A towel was in your hands for drying your hair.

Something was off though. You could hear faint music coming from, you guessed the living room.

You cautiously exited the bedroom and walked to the living room. The closer you got, the louder the music got. You peeked into the living room to find candles lit everywhere. The smell of (your favorite candle scent) filled the room. It relaxed you further.

You walked into the room, realising the song was 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran. You and Dylan loved him. You would always jam to his songs, especially 'The Man' since it was Dylan's favourite.

Arms snaked around your waist, making you jump. You heard a chuckle from behind you. Dylan kissed your neck, and you turned around to face him.

"What's all this?" You asked as you gestured around you. "I wanted you to feel relaxed and feel special," Dylan answered, "I always see you come home exhausted. I know what a tough time they are giving you at the firm."

It was true. Being a Head Editor for one of the most famous magazines in the city was pretty exhausting, with all the articles and stories coming your way. Not to mention the strict deadlines.

You rested your head on his chest. You both swayed to one of your favourite songs. Dylan hummed as you could feel his chest vibrate with the music.

The night was filled with all your favourite, soothing songs. You both had a playlist that you'd use in the shower or if you were just feeling stressed.

All your worries were out of your sight. All you wanted was to stay like this,with Dylan, for as long as you could.