Fun fact: a person reveals their truest self when they're sick.
No wonder I feel lifeless—especially when I'm sick too.
I was getting ready for work when I got an unexpected call.
From the one person I'd drop everything for—Sophie.
She said she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be taking the metro today.
So, I called my boss and took the day off without a second thought.
I stopped by the pharmacy, picked up some meds, a few extras, and headed to her place.
The walk felt longer than usual, maybe because my heart was a little too full.
She opened the door in an absolute mess—hair tangled, eyes tired—but still somehow… the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Her eyes widened. "What are you doing here? Don't you have work?"
I stepped in, holding up the bag. "I'm here to take care of you. What else?"
She gave a small smile. "You didn't have to."
"I do. It's you."
She went back to bed, and I got busy in the kitchen. Made her some chicken broth, cleaned up the place—stuff I don't even do for myself.
Funny how easy it felt doing it for her.
When I walked into her room, she was sleeping so peacefully.
I hated waking her, but I had to.
"Soup," I said, holding out the bowl.
"I don't have the strength to eat… feed me?"
That voice. That smile. It broke me.
I smiled back and sat beside her, spoon-feeding her like she was royalty.
She looked up at me through half-closed eyes, her cheeks slightly pink.
After eating, I tried to stand, but she pulled me back gently.
"Stay," she whispered, laying her head on my lap, her hand brushing my cheek.
"Is it just me… or are you actually kinda handsome?"
I laughed. "Definitely just you. No one else thinks that."
She brought her other hand up, resting it on the back of my neck.
She pulled me in so close to her lips I could feel her breath on my lips
"Idiot. Can't even catch a hint," she murmured.
I froze.
She sat up, now straddling me, her eyes locked on mine.
"Do you work out or something?" she teased. "For someone so lifeless, you're pretty built."
I chuckled. "Used to. I guess some gains stuck around."
One hand rested on my chest, the other wrapped around my neck.
"Why are you so sweet to me?" she asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
She got up and leaned in, hugged me tight, then bit my ear.
"Idiot."
"You didn't have to bite me," I whispered.
"I thought you hoped I did," she giggled.
I wrapped my arms around her.
"You're a bigger idiot than I am."
And we stayed like that for hours—entangled, warm, careless about the ticking world outside.
Eventually, she fell asleep again. I slipped away, quietly cooked a gentle veg-and-chicken broth, perfect for healing.
She woke later, and once again, I fed her. Gave her meds. Tucked her back into sleep.
I stayed a bit longer, just watching her breathe. I could've spent the night.
But some boundaries are worth respecting—especially when the heart is too loud.
I stepped outside into the lonely dark streets.
Took out my lighter.
Sparked the flame.
I am like the stars gives beauty to the night and gives the moon it's well deserved spotlight but always forgotten
For me she is one in a million but for her I am just a one in a million