The White Silence Between Us

The city hums in a low frequency, a metallic heartbeat beneath the glass. I stand on this balcony and let the wind pull at my hair like an old friend's touch.

My dress is white—the color of unwritten pages. It feels light against my skin, almost like nothing at all. Below us, people are rushing toward deadlines and dreams, but here, time has decided to pause for a breath.

You arrive behind me without making a sound. I don't turn around immediately because the warmth you bring is enough of an answer. It settles over my shoulders like sunlight through sheer curtains.

Your hand rests on the railing near mine. We do not need to speak; words are too heavy for this moment. Instead, we share the taste of air and the steady rhythm of our breathing in unison.

In this vast urban labyrinth, I have found my center. It isn't a place, but this quiet space between your heartbeat and mine.

Editor: Pure Linen