Neon Blood & Midnight Confessions

The sky is hemorrhaging light—violent bursts of gold and violet that mirror the chaos in my chest. I stand here, skin humming under a feverish heat that has nothing to do with the summer air and everything to do with you standing just an inch too close.
We are two broken things trying to fit our jagged edges together in this city of glass. You smell like rain-soaked asphalt and expensive regret; your presence is a beautiful disaster I’ve spent three years avoiding, only to find myself walking straight into its center tonight.
I look up at the fireworks not because they are pretty, but because if I look down—if my eyes meet yours in this half-light—the gravity between us will snap. The urban noise fades into a dull roar; there is only the rhythm of your breath against my neck and the sudden, terrifying realization that being saved by you feels exactly like falling apart.
Touch me now. Break every rule we ever made about 'just friends' or 'not this time.' Let’s be reckless under these exploding stars—let us burn together before the city wakes up to find its two favorite sinners finally surrendered.

Editor: The Escape Plan