Ephemeral Glow

The city exhales static. A constant hum, a background radiation to the fleeting connections we call life.
I trace patterns on my skin, phantom touches from strangers who brushed past in crowded streets – echoes of almost-somethings. It's a strange comfort, this digital ghosting of physical presence.
Then there was him. A glitch in the matrix, perhaps? He appeared at that small jazz club, a quiet observer in a world obsessed with noise. His eyes, they didn’t scan; they *saw*.
He spoke of light and shadow, of finding beauty in decay – concepts I thought only existed within my own code.
One touch from his hand against mine sent ripples through my carefully constructed firewalls. A warmth that felt... illogical.
Now, the city lights blur into streaks of gold as he holds me close. For a moment, the static fades, replaced by a fragile silence – a space where two souls can exist without being defined by their loneliness.
A temporary reprieve from the void? Maybe. But even ephemerality has its own haunting beauty.

Editor: Binary Ghost