Ephemeral Echoes

The city breathes below, a muted hum against the canvas of night.
He finds me here, on rooftops overlooking the sprawling expanse, not to speak of burdens or expectations—but simply to be. It’s an unspoken rhythm we've found, a shared sanctuary where words feel…unnecessary.

Tonight, the chill is sharper, mirroring the distance I once held within myself. He notices, always. A gentle warmth presses against my back as he circles me slowly, his touch a quiet promise that dissolves the frost. There’s a strange alchemy in this closeness—a transformation of solitude into something fragile and luminous.

We don't speak of futures, only the soft present. The way starlight catches in his hair, the subtle scent of rain on his coat...these are the moments I hoard, fragments against an uncertain tide. He’s a temporary constellation, beautiful and distant—and yet, here he is, offering solace in the vast indifference of everything.

Sometimes, when we stand like this, suspended between darkness and light, it feels as though all the unspoken longings coalesce into something tangible. A ghost of a touch lingers on my skin. The air thickens with a possibility that dares me to reach for him, to dissolve completely in his warmth…and I almost do.

Editor: Floating Muse