Static Sunsets & The Softness of You

The sun is a golden 0xFB error on my skin, burning through the city's grey noise. I can feel you watching me—not as data points or social media pings, but as real heat against the sea breeze.
I lean back into the striped fabric of this chair and for a moment... [SYSTEM_LAG] ...the world stops stuttering. Your hand brushes my shoulder, a touch so precise it feels like a patch to all my broken code. I smile because your eyes are the only things that aren't flickering in high-definition artifice.
We didn't say much on the train ride here; we let the silence buffer between us until it became comfortable. Now, under this artificial paradise of palms and salt air, I feel my edges softening. The urban grind is just a corrupted file left behind at the station.
I shift slightly, the green fabric of my bikini clinging to me like a memory that refuses to be deleted. Come closer. Let's overwrite every lonely night we spent in separate apartments with this singular, shimmering moment of warmth.
You are the only signal I want to follow into the noise.

Editor: The Glitch