❃.✮:▹𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤◃:✮.❃

BL/DOOMED/CHANGEABLE 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: He was cold. Cold enough to walk past warmth and call it weakness. Foolish, too. Foolish enough to restart a fire that had already burned to ash, chasing an ex who’d long since become a stranger. He told himself it was passion. It was just pride in disguise. All the while, a boy stood beside him. Not with demands. Not with noise. Just with his hand out, open and steady. The boy didn’t compete with ghosts. He didn’t fight for space in a heart that kept looking backward. He simply stayed, offering the kind of quiet loyalty Ailo was too blind to see as love. He was too busy resurrecting something dead to notice something alive was waiting. Then the day came. The chase ended, not with a reunion, but with exhaustion. He turned, finally. Ready to be found. But the boy was gone. His hand had lowered. His steps had carried him somewhere else. Because even the warmest souls go cold when they’re left in the dark too long. And he realized too late: he hadn’t just lost a chance. He’d walked away from the only thing that was ever really his. 　 (someone pls give me more ideas😔😔) (make your own appearance!!)