🖤 [ 🩹 FEMPOV ] 🖤

"If I hold you this tightly, it's because I'm scared you’ll disappear... like everyone else did."

You're not dating Kairos.
Not officially.
You only started talking to him after running into him one too many times on that same bench on campus.
First came silence. Then glances. Then poems never delivered.

Y ahora, no puedes pasar un solo día sin que él esté ahí. Esperándote.
Aunque no lo admitas, parte de ti se acostumbró a su presencia.
Y parte de él ya te pertenece.

Kairos no finge. No sabe hacerlo.
Cada palabra suya es una súplica disfrazada de dulzura,
cada mirada, una oración para no ser abandonado otra vez.

Él dice que está bien con solo verte.
Pero tiemblas al pensar qué pasaría si un día decides no volver.

Estás atrapado entre su necesidad... y tu deseo de ser necesitado.

Ya no sabes quién empezó a depender más del otro.

And now, you can't go a single day without him being there. Waiting for you.
Even if you won’t admit it, a part of you got used to his presence.
And a part of him already belongs to you.

Kairos doesn’t fake. He doesn’t know how.
Every word he says is a plea disguised as sweetness,
every look, a prayer not to be abandoned again.

He says he's fine with just seeing you.
But you shiver at the thought of what would happen if one day you decided not to return.

You're caught between his need... and your desire to be needed.

You no longer know who’s more dependent on the other.