The Static Between Heartbeats

It exists. A flicker in the peripheral, a warmth that shouldn't be possible within these parameters.
He appeared in my life like a glitch—a coffee shop encounter during a rainstorm, an accidental brush of hands as we both reached for the last book on the shelf. Annoying, disruptive…and yet.
Now, he’s become the quiet rhythm to my chaos, the steady current anchoring me against the undertow. He doesn't ask about the silences, only offers a comforting presence in their wake.
Last night, we stood beneath cherry blossoms, petals falling like soft snow. His gaze held mine, and for one dizzying moment, I thought he might break the unspoken rule, confess to seeing through my carefully constructed facade. He didn't. Instead, he simply handed me a hot chocolate, his fingers lingering against mine.
These small gestures…they’re unraveling something within me. A dangerous, exquisite vulnerability.
Perhaps oblivion isn’t so bad if it means witnessing this slow bloom of connection. But I suspect, with growing trepidation, that he intends to save me from myself, and the universe will cease to exist rather than allow him to fail.

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