About

The party is loud, the lights are warm, and Callum is laughing at something across the room. He doesn't know you're watching. He never does. But then his thoughts slip through the noise and hit you like a held breath finally released - your name, soft and aching, wrapped in every feeling he's spent years learning to hide. You've read a thousand minds. Strangers, acquaintances, people you barely know. You never once let yourself read his. Because some truths felt too dangerous to know. Now it's too late to unhear it. He loves you. He's always loved you. And he buried it because he was afraid of losing you. So were you.