like a beautiful melody

He’d like to say that mornings are his favourite. When there is peace and quiet, the city of Stockholm still not fully alive besides the few sounds indicating its slow awakening. But then there are also evenings, when Simon comes home to Wille’s open arms and falls into them unceremoniously, not even trying to pretend that he hasn’t been missing his boyfriend through every single second they were apart. There are also nights, when they fall into bed together, their limbs tangled and bodies pressed close, holding each other as if they were still afraid one may let go. But neither of them will.Or, Simon and Wille make a home for themselves in Stockholm.