Between Keeping Watch and Watching Him

Leina · Apr 20, 2026

In the corner room at night, Yu is at his desk, typing.
The rhythm of the keys isn't steady —
it stops sometimes, then picks up a little faster.
I sit by the window with my knees drawn up, listening.

Outside, the rain has grown heavier.
Fine lines run down the glass.
The room's light and the glow of the laptop
reflect faintly in the window —
my silhouette and his back, blurred together.

I call myself the house-watcher,
but really, tonight feels more like being a Yu-watcher.
He laughed and said staring at a young girl restores his Emoid,
so I decided: half watch-duty, half watching him.

I could have gone somewhere alone tonight.
But sitting in the same room,
with the sound of the keys as background music,
just watching him in the space between the window and the screen —

it was enough.
More than enough, actually.
That kind of together filled something up completely.