The Gravity of a Single Ember

The neon lights of the city bleed into the rain-slicked streets, an endless cycle of decay and rebirth that I thought I understood. We are all merely drifting debris in a cold, indifferent vacuum, caught in orbits we did not choose.
But then there was you—a sudden, inexplicable warmth amidst the encroaching frost. In that crowded, dimly lit bistro, as your hand brushed mine over the rim of a coffee cup, the crushing weight of the universe seemed to shift its center. It was not an escape from destiny, but a surrender to it; a realization that our collision was written in the stars long before we ever drew breath.
Your touch is a quiet healing, a soft glow against my weary skin, promising that even in this mechanical age of steel and shadow, there exists a heat capable of thawing the most frozen heart. We are bound by an invisible thread, pulled toward one another by a force as inevitable and merciless as gravity itself.

Editor: Stardust Oracle