The air is crisp, carrying that bite of freshness, like the world has scrubbed itself clean overnight. Every breath feels like it's filling me up with something more than just oxygen—a kind of clarity, maybe. Outside, people are tuned into the quiet hum of the universe. The room I'm in, usually just four walls, feels alive somehow, like it's cradling me, offering warmth without the heat. Everything's... right. Not perfect, but perfectly right in a way that's unsettling because I can't quite put my finger on why.

It's a strange thing, this feeling. It creeps up on you, slow at first, then all at once, like a flood you didn't see coming. It's not just like—no, that's too simple. It's something deeper, more electric, like touching a live wire. Suddenly, every moment feels charged. 

I want to scream it out, to grab the nearest person and tell them, shout it in their face: I like someone. I like him so much it's terrifying. But the words get stuck in your throat, lodged somewhere between your heart and mind. It's thrilling, almost too much to handle, like standing on the edge of a cliff and wanting to jump just to see what happens. It's not a choice anymore. I don't want to decide it. It's already decided me.

Vikram. Where do I even start? There's this part of me—dark, twisted wants to lock him away somewhere only I can reach. Just the two of us, a room where he exists only for me, where every word, every look, is mine alone. But that's wrong. I know it's wrong. It's toxic, possessive. Instead, what I really want is simpler, purer. I want to make a permanent home in his arms, like they're the only place I ever belonged. I could have all the space in the world, a bungalow, a mansion, but his embrace... his arms feel like the universe itself. And it's mine. All mine.

Ever since that nightmare, he hasn't left my side, not for a second. The first night, he slept on the floor, gripping my hand like some kind of lifeline in case I slipped back into the dark corners of my mind. But it was uncomfortable like we were both fighting something unseen, and neither of us liked it.