A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She took a step away from the window, the spell of the heights finally breaking. She walked toward him, her movements fluid and slow, mirroring the tempo of the music.
"Okay," she whispered into the fabric of his jacket. "I'm coming down." TENDER - Come Down When You're Ready
They left the neon hum behind, descending the stairs into the cool night air, where the pavement was wet and the world was waiting, ready to be navigated one soft step at a time. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of her mouth
"Then we'll stay quiet," Elias promised. "We’ll just sit on the porch and watch the cars go by until the sun comes up. No talking. Just breathing." "Okay," she whispered into the fabric of his jacket
The album Come Down When You’re Ready spun on a small portable player they’d dragged from the car. The bass was a steady heartbeat, a tether to the physical world. Elias stood up, his joints protesting the stillness. He didn't approach her; he knew the boundaries of her orbit. Instead, he leaned against the wall, matching her gaze toward the horizon.
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