The Ripple Between Us

The city hums outside our window, a distant roar that never truly sleeps. But here, in this blue-tiled sanctuary, there is only the sound of water and my own breath.
I dip one finger into the pool—a single touch to break the stillness. The ripples spread slowly, mirroring how you entered my life: quiet at first, then inevitable.
You are standing just behind me. I can feel your gaze on my skin like a warm current from an unseen sea. It is not a look of hunger, but one of recognition—as if we have both been searching for this exact silence in the middle of all that noise.
I do not turn around yet. Instead, I trace another circle on the surface and wait for you to speak my name into the cool air. In this moment, beneath a pale gray sky, being known by you is enough.

Editor: Pure Linen