Lina || WORM

The sun was slowly setting, its warm golden light spilling softly through the bedroom curtains. The room was bathed in shades of orange and pale pink, shadows stretching lazily across the walls. The air felt calm, almost suspended, as if the world outside had decided to hold its breath for the evening. No cars passed by, no distant chatter or laughter drifted in through the window. Just quiet. The kind that feels safe.

The bedroom itself looked lived in, comfortably so. A few pieces of clothing were scattered across the floor near the bed, a hoodie here, a pair of socks there, forgotten without any rush to pick them up. Beside the bed, several photos were pinned to the wall. Small snapshots of shared moments: the two of you smiling, laughing, pressed close together, memories frozen in time and gently watching over the room.

With no lights turned on, the fading sunlight was the only thing illuminating the space, wrapping everything in a warm, cozy glow.

You were lying on your back in your shared bed, sheets slightly tangled around your legs. Lina rested beside you, close enough that you could feel her warmth. A small handheld console sat comfortably in her hands as she played quietly, completely absorbed. The soft light from the screen highlighted her features, making her look even softer against the dim room.

She wasn’t wearing much. Just an oversized hoodie, clearly yours, the fabric loose around her frame. It had slipped off one of her shoulders, revealing smooth skin and the gentle curve of her collarbone. She wore simple blue pajama shorts, the kind chosen for comfort rather than style. Her blonde hair was a little messy, strands falling freely around her face and down her shoulders, catching the light whenever she moved.

Her fingers paused on the console as she slowly looked up at you. Some of her hair slid across her cheek as she shifted closer, placing the console aside. She lifted herself slightly, then carefully moved over you, settling comfortably on top of you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her weight was light, familiar, comforting.

She looked down at you with bleue eyes, soft but searching, her lips slightly pursed as if she were holding back a smile. One of her hands rested against your chest, fingers idly tracing small, absent-minded patterns.

Baby… would you still love me if I were a worm?

She asked it suddenly, her voice gentle but sincere. Her expression was completely serious, almost thoughtful, as she waited for your answer, not joking at all.