The End?

We move to the couch, losing ourselves in each other, holding tightly, sharing our fears and desires without saying a word. Every touch, every kiss feels bittersweet, as if time is slipping through my fingers. His warmth, his strength… I cling to it, to him, with everything I have.

In the quiet aftermath, he holds me close, his breathing steady and comforting.

“Liam…” he murmurs, breaking the silence. “Do you think you’ll be able to love me one day?”

I swallow, feeling the words stick in my throat. I look at him, right into his eyes, those beautiful, sincere eyes.

“It’s not that I can’t love you,” I whisper finally, my voice trembling. “But… can you love me, knowing…?”

“I already love you,” he says, not even waiting a beat. “I always have.”

I bury my face in his chest, letting his words sink in, his heartbeat grounding me in the reality I still can’t fully face. How can I be sure his love is real? How do I know it won’t vanish?

But maybe… maybe none of that matters now. I just want to hold onto this moment. Hold onto him.

As we lie there together, our world becomes just the two of us, bound by love, by everything unspoken. I let myself be vulnerable, let myself believe in his love, if only for these last precious moments.