You lie awake staring at the ceiling in silence. You can hear his quiet breathing beside you but negative thoughts cloud your mind. Decisions and mistakes and broken parts of your past swirl around your mind and pull you under, leaving you bruised. You feel yourself being pulled away into the darkness of your past but just like a life preserver, he's suddenly there. You feel his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and you feel the wisps of his curls on the back of your neck as he whispers a silent reassurance in your ear. Just like that you're back, he is your nightingale--bringing you back with his song.
Your phone dangles dangerously in your palm, your knees pulled to your chest. You stare out the window at the sky and wonder if his plane is up there. You need him, you need someone. You could use a hero about now, someone to listen and tell you everything's okay. You check your phone once more--no messages--and let it drop to the floor, so far gone that you can't manage to care. Tears slowly stain the knees of your jeans but as if he'd heard your thoughts, he sweeps into the flat like a nightingale, dropping his suitcase and hurrying to your side. Soft reassurance brings you back to reality and just like that everything is okay again.
He is everything in the broadest sense of the word. He is a warm coat on a winter day, he is the sun when it rains. He is the comforting feeling of home even when you are across the universe. You don't know what you would do without him and you hope you never have to find out. As long as he is with you, every day is good. Even when he isn't there, you know he is there and never too far away. He is your nightingale and no matter where he may be, he is there to sing you to sleep.
The world is in camera flashes and rumors and colors swirl like a painting. Everything is too much, it is so loud. People are grabbing at you, at him. It seems like everyone wants a piece of you but all you want is to curl up and cry. But you feel his hand in yours again and your eyes catch sight of the bird inked on his wrist. You're not quite sure what bird it is but you like to think of it as a nightingale. Just when everything is wild, he is your peace. He brings you back to a serene state of mind. He is your serenity, your safety, your everything.
It was a particularly bad fight. There was no yelling and that's what made it the worst. It was the looks of disappointment and the feeling that you were strangers to each other. It was the words left unsed that had barely broken the surface. It was like you needed to be rescued, you needed to be found again. It's like you were blind and needed him to find you again and just like a nightingale he sang softly and hugged you from behind, quiet whispers of apologies and promises. Comfort and serenity, back again like things had never changed and once more you don't know what you'd do without him.