The City’s Softest Echo

He always said my laughter sounded like wind chimes in a summer breeze. Silly, wasn't it? A grown man saying something so… whimsical.
But perhaps that’s what drew me to him initially – the way he saw colors others missed, or maybe just the gentleness in his eyes when they met mine. We met during one of these cosplay events actually! It was quite a chance encounter!
We were both lost souls navigating the concrete jungle, weren't we? Each carrying our own quiet burdens. He’d sketch in his little notebook while I pretended to be someone else.
It's funny… pretending to be someone else ended up bringing me closer to who I really was – a girl who craved warmth and a touch that didn’t ask for anything in return. A silly, whimsical dream.
Now, the city lights seem brighter, the crowds less daunting. His sketches fill my apartment, each line a silent promise of forever. And sometimes, just sometimes, when he looks at me with those eyes... I feel like home.

Editor: Cat-like Muse