A Breath Held for You

The air tastes of rain and distant exhaust.
I stand here, a soft blue note against the city's sharp edges. My skin is still warm from the light that just faded over the skyline.
Then you arrive—not with words, but with your gaze. It settles on me like a gentle hand placed over my heart.
The world around us blurs into pastel smears of neon and movement. In this space between buildings and dreams, everything slows down.
My pulse finds its rhythm in the way you look at me—a steady beat that tells me I am no longer alone among millions.
I do not need to move. For now, just let my breath be your peace.

Editor: Pure Linen