afterreyna
✶⋆.˚ I'd love to be in love with you enough to write a love song ˚.⋆✶
Rowan knows how to leave.
She leaves conversations unfinished, feelings unspoken, doors cracked just enough to escape when things get heavy. Loving people has always felt like a promise she isn't sure she can keep, or that she is deserving of. She keeps herself moving, distracted, unavailable. Alone is safer. Alone doesn't ask her to stay.
Awsten knows how to wait.
He waits through missed calls, delayed responses and her processing all that has gotten her to this point. He sees the way she feels everything quietly, how she wants to be needed but is terrified of needing anyone back. He knows that loving her can at times feel exhausting but loving her is still the easiest thing he's ever done.
What they share lives in the in-between. Between almost and never, between reaching out and holding back. It's the kind of connection that drains you and fills you all at once, the kind that makes you wonder if wanting someone is the same as being able to keep them.
Rowan wants nothing more than to feel like she is deserving of love and can give that same love back.
Awsten is left to decide how long he can keep waiting for someone who might always choose to be alone.
Because the truth is, love can be devastating, inconvenient, and terrifying especially when it comes to letting someone see all of you.