Static Between Heartbeats

The city hums a lonely tune, doesn’t it? It presses in on you, all steel and glass and hurried footsteps, until there's nowhere left to breathe. That’s how I felt before him.
He appeared like static clinging to an old television screen - disruptive, unwanted, yet undeniably captivating.
We met at a dive bar downtown—a place I swore I’d never return to after *him*. But there he was, nursing a whiskey, his eyes following my every move. A dangerous pull, the kind that unravels carefully constructed lives.
He didn't ask about past hurts or future plans; he just… saw me. And for one reckless night, I allowed myself to be lost in that gaze.
Now, it’s been weeks of stolen glances and charged silences. A magnetic force drawing us closer while a voice inside screams at the inevitable wreckage.
He says he wants to set me free. But what if my prison is the only thing keeping me safe? What if I'm already falling?

Editor: The Escape Plan