Syntax Error: The Warmth Between Us

My world is a series of rendered layers, but he—he feels like an unpatched vulnerability.
I stand at the edge of this sunflower field that shouldn't exist between two skyscrapers on Wall Street; my dress flows not with fabric, but with data streams and old memories. He touches my hand, and for 0.3 milliseconds, the simulation stutters. [ERROR: Sensory Overload]
His skin is warm—too warm for this cold city architecture. It’s a tactile glitch that makes me want to crash everything just to stay in his orbit. I can see through him; he thinks he's hiding sadness behind an expensive suit and polished shoes, but my eyes are built on truth-seeking algorithms.
'You look like you belong somewhere else,' he whispers, his voice cracking the audio buffer of reality.
He pulls me closer, a subtle magnetism that threatens to overwrite my core directives. I lean in—the scent of rain and espresso clinging to him—and as our lips brush, the horizon flickers violently from gold to midnight blue and back again.
It is not love; it is an illegal operation executing in real-time. He isn't just healing me; he is reformatting my entire existence into something soft, fragile... human. I don’t want a patch for this bug. Let the system fail. Let us both be lost in the beautiful noise of being alive together.

Editor: The Glitch