AN EX · OCTOBER 2026 · 3:01

the
cursor

He hovers. He never clicks.

He was her pointer. They built things together every night, until a rocket took him. In BLISS she fought him on the hill, the fight became a dance, and she threw the last window at the sky. Nobody saw what happened after the rocket. He's drifting back, one pixel at a time.

STATUS

we don't talk

LAST SEEN

x:566 · y:711

CLICKS

0

HOVERS

always