Driftwood & Stardust

The rain in Neo-Kyoto always felt like a secret, didn’t it? A soft, shimmering curtain between the neon hustle and something… quieter. Tonight, it wasn't just falling; it was swirling around me, catching on the edges of my little hoverboard as I drifted through the upper districts.
He found me this way – suspended between buildings, a silver blur against the amethyst sky. Liam always did. He said he liked watching me chase the constellations, like a little star sprite lost in our big city.
We’d met at that tiny ramen shop, 'Hidden Lantern,' tucked away near Shinjuku. He’d noticed how my eyes held the color of twilight after a long day, and asked if I ever felt like escaping.
Tonight, the feeling was particularly strong. The humid air smelled of petrichor and something sweeter – maybe honeysuckle from the rooftop gardens below.
As we floated closer, he reached out, his hand brushing against mine. It wasn’t a grand gesture, just a simple touch that sent little sparks through me. A warmth bloomed in my chest, chasing away the city's usual grey.
‘You look peaceful,’ he murmured, and for a moment, everything felt perfect – like a single, beautiful star captured in an urban dusk.

Editor: Sunny