alexithymia
subclinical phenomenon involving a lack of emotional awareness or, more specifically, difficulty in identifying and describing feelings and in distinguishing feelings from the bodily sensations of emotional arousal
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"𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨...
"let the pain become you and you won't ever be the same you"
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beams of the cozy sun peaked through her curtains, illuminating their bodies as they slept in a comfortable slumber. it was another cold winter day, and the flakes were already delicately falling to sprinkle across her balcony.
chenle opened one eye at a time, letting out a low grumble before attempting to pull his body up. what he didn't realise was another human across his arm and partly on his chest, her breathing soft and delicate.
loosening, he smiled down at her. his hand came around to give her head a light stroke, his thumb feeling her skin under his touch. tucking a stray strand behind her ear, he let his gaze linger on her perplextion.
"lele" a tiny voice called his name. his name sounded so sweet under her voice; sugar coated and dipped with honey.
"hm?" he hummed in reply. it was funny how long they've come. from cursing at each other to laying next to each other for the sake of company, they've gone through hell and back but reached heaven at last. they still bicker nonetheless, but that's the beauty of their relationship. it was a mystery that they themselves can't even solve; magical, to say the least.
"what time is it?" she was still half dozed off when she asked that question. he wasn't quite sure himself "early enough"
"not a good enough answer" she chuckled, opening her eyes to see a pair of eyes already staring down at her
"what's good enough for you, your majesty?" chenle cocked his head to the side, feeling his arm numb up after at least 6 hours with a head on top of it
"you" they both looked at each other for a second, moments later both 'vomiting' at how cheesy that was
"stay here, i'll go get breakfast" he slid his arm from under her head, using a finger to push her hair to the side and peppering a gentle kiss on her forehead and then down on the lips. he may not be the most gentleman, but when he's got the chance, he had to be romantic for once.
"you can cook?" she tried to stifle a laugh
"shut up" chenle wasnt planning to poison anyone today, so sliding off the bed, he pulled his hoodie over his head and looked around for another coat big enough for him.
the coat looked familiar, the size was surprisingly massive and fitted chenle as if it was his in the first place
nonetheless, he yelled across the room "i'm using your coat!"
