The Space Between Heartbeats
Fog shifted like it was listening. The air itself seemed to react.
Warmth didn't burn nor chill, yet it moved like breath. Against his arm, a pressure formed, slow and full of words never spoken. Years built up there - gaps left wide, choices weighed down by what came after. Regret curled close beside longing, both sitting tight in the gap where touch might have been. Quiet once felt bare. Now every unspoken thing filled that quiet with weight.
Time hung heavy, built on words never finished and feelings kept quiet. Into his mind slipped memories of evenings long gone. Fingers once brushed now stirred again by themselves. Loud thudded the pulse in his chest, like it feared silence. Air moved through him at a crawl, thick with knowing.
