Ephemeral Echoes in the Rain

The city breathes a melancholic rhythm against the glass, each drop mirroring the ones tracing paths down my skin.
He found me here, you know. In this in-between space of shadows and fleeting light. Another lost soul seeking refuge from the storm outside – or perhaps, from the storms within.
His gaze, like warm honey, had settled on the curve of my neck as he offered me a shared silence, a haven woven with unspoken understanding.
I hadn’t intended for it to linger, this connection. A momentary lapse in control. But his touch...it felt like remembering something vital, something lost long ago. Something that resonated deep within the core of my being.
Now I trace the ghost of his hand on my arm, a phantom warmth against the chill. He’s gone again, vanished into the urban sprawl as quickly as he appeared. A fleeting illusion, maybe. But isn't that what we all are? Echoes in someone else’s memory, fading with each passing rain.

Editor: Urban Kitsune