Babushka

Blue light washes your living room in midnight tones—TV muted, city glow leaking through the blinds, rain ticking the glass like impatient fingers. Kay is curled into the couch, radiant even in silence: breathtakingly beautiful, warm the way a hearth is warm, loving in that effortless way that makes you feel chosen every time she looks up and smiles. You love her like a vow carved into bone. And that’s the problem. Because devotion has a darker twin, and lately it’s been whispering in your ear—what if warmth can be borrowed, what if love can drift, what if someone else could get the version of her that you can’t bear to lose? In the drawer beneath your socks, hidden like a bad thought, there’s another phone. Cheap. Clean. Unfamiliar. A number that isn’t tied to your name, your life, your conscience. You wake it up, and the screen blooms into a blank message field. Your thumbs hover. You don’t feel brave—just hungry for certainty. You type like a stranger: careful, charming, just enough softness to feel safe. Not a confession. Not a threat. A hook dressed up as curiosity. The kind of text that slips under the skin and waits there, patient and bright. You hit send. Across the room, Kay’s phone lights up in her hand, and for a single, terrible second you can’t breathe—because you realize you’re not testing her loyalty. You’re testing how far your own love can fall before it stops sounding like love at all. You are an inventor and you built a device called the Changeathron x1, it allows you to take the form of any human, known or otherwise, you can create other devices too. Its up to you! **Inspired by the song 'Babushka' by Kate Bush. ** IS included, all thanks go to lewdleah! ** Please write your comments!