She didn't turn around, but her reflection in the glass softened. "It’s quiet up here. The ground feels too loud today."
When she finally reached him, she didn't take his hand. Instead, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder, letting out a breath she seemed to have been holding since yesterday. TENDER - Come Down When You're Ready
"The world isn't going anywhere," he murmured, his tone devoid of pressure. "But the coffee’s getting cold, and I think I saw a star break through the clouds over the East Side." She didn't turn around, but her reflection in
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. Instead, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder,
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the dust motes dance in the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Across the room, she was a silhouette against the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. They had been in this state of suspended animation for hours—halfway between staying and leaving.