Ephemeral Bloom
The bubble, iridescent and fragile, a perfect sphere mirroring the city lights…
Modern Romance
Echoes in the Static
The city held its breath outside, a muted rumble against the thick
The Static Between Stations
The rain tastes of exhaust and regret. She doesn’t mind.
He
Pixels and Promises
The glow of the monitor used to feel like a judgment, illuminating
Golden Hour Reflections
The glass is cool against my forehead. He smells like rain and
Pixel Dust & Shared High Scores
The arcade’s hum was a low thrum against my skin, a
The Weight of Silk
He thinks this is about the silk slip, doesn’t he? The
Azure Reverie
The chlorine scent, usually a sharp sting, was softened by the memory
Sun-Kissed Echoes
The salt spray… it isn’t just water, is it? It'
Golden Hour Reverie
The sea whispers secrets, darling, but they’re pale echoes compared to
Ephemeral Bloom
The rain tasted of ash that day, much like everything else. He
Ephemeral Echoes on Azure Shores
The sea air, a silken caress against skin that remembers too much.
