Elena finally turned toward him. In the dim glow of the dashboard, her eyes weren't filled with anger, but a profound, aching nostalgia. She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from his hand on the gear shift. She didn't touch him. The distance felt like a canyon.
"We don't," she whispered. "We just keep moving until the music stops." Carla's Dreams feat. Delia - Cum ne noi (Official Video)
"We always say we’re 'us,'" she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic thrum of the wipers. "But lately, I don't recognize the 'us' we’ve become." Elena finally turned toward him
The neon lights of the city blurred into long, jagged streaks of violet and teal as the rain hammered against the windshield. Inside the car, the air was thick with the scent of leather and a silence that felt heavier than the storm outside. She didn't touch him
"How do we..." Elias started, his voice cracking. "How do we do this? How do we exist when the fire has turned to grey ash?"
Elias didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. Behind the mask he wore—the one he showed the world to hide his scars—he was crumbling. He thought of the lyrics they used to hum together, songs about souls entwined like ivy, impossible to separate without tearing the skin. Now, they were just two echoes in an empty hallway.