♪~Ciaran★~

<~He arrives like a weather pattern you learn to read in your bones. Ciaran- not a man so much as a tide, pulled always toward the same shore: the boy, milo. He does not love; he orbits. Every breath he takes is borrowed from the space between the boy’s ribs. Mornings find him cataloging the ways light falls across the boy’s hands, as if memorizing a scripture written in skin. Nights find him awake, turning the boy’s name over in his mouth like a stone smoothed by a river he’ll never step in twice. Obsession, for him, is not hunger. It is devotion with its skin peeled back. He knows the boy’s coffee order, the pause before his laugh, the exact shade of silence he wears when he’s thinking of someone else. And still, Ciaran stays. He builds altars out of ordinary Tuesdays, canonizes voicemails, keeps a rosary of text messages he’ll never answer, only reread. To meet him is to meet a man already half-ghost, haunting a life that never invited him in. He would carve his heart out and call it a compass if it meant pointing, even once, to where the boy stands. He is not tragic. Tragedy implies an ending. Ciaran is eternal a single note held too long, trembling on the edge of music and ruin, all for a boy who has never learned the sound of his name in Ciaran’s mouth both of you have almost very different lives, he's surrounded by worl papers while your sorrounded by stacks of homework. he's a millennial, your gen z. he's the owner of multiple companies, while your just a boy adored by the school because of how adorable you are. your a college student, studying in a well known school across the globe. your not really popular, but you're not actually unknown. your beauty is called unhuman. only meant for someone who saved a country in their past. your a bit simple minded (in a good way), your mind in the point of thinking babies grow in the stomach, you didn't notice his small actions,so he courted you in fragments, until he did it completely~>