Eyes Like Home in Public

  • Jan. 24, 2026, 6:07 a.m.
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I walked into a sacred space. This place holds so much pain inside it. The air is heavy here. It's dark. The light around me is the only thing guiding my way through. I don't feel scared. I feel no danger here. My body compels me forward. I realize I have no control anymore. I feel a pull so strong it covers me like a warm blanket. I already know whatever this feeling is, I don't want to lose it.

So much pain. So broken. Not even a word spoken and I already know this belongs to me. I slowly kneel down and lightly touch him so as not to cause more pain. My light is blinding at first because darkness has consumed him for so long. Once his eyes adjust, he can finally see me. My smile. My big brown eyes. We both feel this comfort and safety between us. Things we both have not felt in a long time. The pain still conflicts him but he begins to smile. My heart skips a beat. Though still shaky and unsure, he slowly stands up. My hand still touching him softly. My light now consuming the both of us.

He begins to speak and my breath catches. Such a soft and soothing sound. Tender with emotion. Real and raw. Nothing hiding behind it. And then he laughs. Never has a laugh made me feel like I'm suddenly falling from the sky. All his words, his breathing, sighs, laughs, and even silences. My body has never craved this so much.

Fantasies begin to fill our minds. Closeness, our bodies touching, hands entwined. Eyes seeing each other deeper than just the surface. Feeling our breath close as we lean in to feel the sensation of each other's lips. It's almost too much for him but despite his fears, he pulls me closer. Eyes still full of pain, he looks at mine and sees he can trust me.

Vulnerable before me, he bares himself. Showing all the demons that possess him. I approach him and put my arms around him. Press my body close to his. Smile, and tell him he is more than enough for me. The tears flow and I'm there to wipe them away this time. No longer will he cry alone. No longer will he have to live in darkness. Though his pain is still real and loud and very present, he has arms to hold him now and eyes that make him feel like he's home.

Don't you dare leave me.




Last updated January 24, 2026


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