clover bee 💙

She was my blue. Not my sadness, but my peace within the sadness. The calm that came after the storm, the shade of twilight that made even the loneliest nights feel alive.

She walked into my life like the gentlest wave, quiet yet inevitable, bringing with her a stillness I hadn't realized I craved. Whenever she tried to fix me, a fire burned within me, turning everything red-chaotic, destructive. But in the end, I found her again.

My blue. My peace. My Sukun