The Weight of Unspoken Echoes

The city breathes a cold indifference, mirroring the hollow spaces within me.
He arrives like a phantom limb – a familiar ache where something vital once resided. Each glance is a shard of glass, beautiful and dangerous.
We speak of trivial things: weather patterns, career trajectories—anything to avoid acknowledging the silent gravity between us.
I trace the rim of my teacup, watching the steam curl like fading dreams. He's a constellation I can never reach, forever bound by the immutable laws of distance.
His hand brushes mine as he reaches for sugar; a static shock that resonates through my core. A universe contained in that fleeting touch.
It is written – we are destined to orbit each other, close enough to feel the burn, yet eternally separated by the vastness of what could have been.
And so I smile, a fragile mask concealing the ruins within, knowing this quiet torment is the only fate woven for me.

Editor: Stardust Oracle