The Blue Hour Between Us

I forgot how it felt to be light. The city had become a series of gray deadlines and humming air conditioners, until you took me here.
The water is cool against my skin, but your gaze on me feels like sunlight captured in glass. I lift my hands, letting the pool dance between my fingers—tiny diamonds shattering into liquid laughter.
I am wearing these heart-shaped glasses not to see better, but so that when I look at you, everything already looks like love.
You don't say much; you just stand there by the edge, watching me be happy. In this quiet moment, beneath a bright sky and between two blue horizons, my heartbeat slows down to match yours.
I step closer, dripping water on your favorite shoes, knowing that for today, we are not employees or citizens of an empire—we are just two people breathing in sync.

Editor: Pure Linen