Loneliness. The feeling could press deep into your chest and make you want to weep, but then... took it back, comforted you to an extent. No, you may not have anyone, but there was the loneliness, and this feeling that however soul-sucking or painstaking it may be always seemed to bring with it a type of hope that one day, sometime, you would be in the company on someone who could take this loneliness away.
This pressing feeling of lonesomeness is what used to greet Emil when he first woke up in the morning and when he would curl himself up in his bed at night. Used to. Now there was someone in his life who could make him smile and laugh and forget he even used to feel that pressing feeling of loneliness upon his chest.
You had just popped up into his life, as abrupt and quick as a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. And, much like a magician, you had made the feeling disappear. You sat before him now, your legs crossed as you sat on your bed, rambling away about your day thus far. Your fingers busily entertaining themselves by playing with strands of your beautiful (h/c) locks. Your thin, red lips continued to move, eyes resting on Emil’s figure as your words slowly began to vanish until you were left with only one.
“Emil?” you questioned. He did this a bit too often for your liking, completely zone out, become oblivious to the world and almost anything in it. Your head tilted as you continued to look into his eyes, a mix of dark blue and light purple hues that reminded you greatly of a sunset.
He suddenly snapped out of his daze, blinking his eyes a few times before smiling in a sheepish sort of way. “I was listening, (y/n). Promise.”
You couldn’t help but let a small laugh bubble up from your lips as you crawled towards your boyfriend and leaned yourself against his side, wrapping your arms around his waist. “It’s fine if you weren’t. I got distracted by a rant again,” you let your eyes close, sinking your body further into the contour of his body, allowing yourself to soak in all the warmth he provided.
As you continued to relax, you pushed Emil’s body more and more to the side, your weight having added on to his own until he was left only with the option of laying down, cradling your body to his side as his head hit one of the many pillows on his bed. He watched as your hand splayed across his chest and you further nuzzled your face into his chest. He heard you release a slow, quiet sigh as you always did when you finally got yourself comfortable in his arms.
A slow smile spread across Emil’s face as he looked down at you, not being able to help but think how simply beautiful you were to him. Slowly, ever so slowly so as not to wake you, he leaned his head down to brush his smooth lips against your temple.
“Thank you...” And he meant it. He wasn’t the best with words, and he certainly wasn’t about to start spewing some sort of poetry... But he did want to thank you. For being there, for being his, for just... being.