The Fragile Geometry of Us

I stand against the glass, my skin humming with the residual heat of a city that never sleeps. The world outside is a blurred mosaic of steel and movement, but here—in this sliver of silence—time has folded upon itself.
He entered without sound, his presence less like an arrival and more like an inevitable law of physics. He didn't speak; he simply placed his hand on the small of my back, where the white fabric ends and I begin. The touch was light, yet it carried enough gravity to pull me out of my own head.
We have spent months building a fortress around our hearts using corporate jargon and scheduled dates, but in this moment, stripped down to essentials and skin, all those walls are merely data points waiting to be deleted. I lean back into him, closing my eyes as his breath brushes against the nape of my neck—a warm current that promises sanctuary.
In a city designed for isolation, we have found an anomaly: two souls vibrating at exactly the same frequency. He whispers something about tomorrow being unnecessary, and for once, I believe it. The glass is cold behind me, but his touch is fire; together, we are creating a world where only this warmth exists.

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