She didn't turn around, but her reflection in the glass softened. "It’s quiet up here. The ground feels too loud today."
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. TENDER - Come Down When You're Ready
"Okay," she whispered into the fabric of his jacket. "I'm coming down." She didn't turn around, but her reflection in
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. Across the room, she was a silhouette against