Tender - Come Down When You're Ready -
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.
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
"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." When she finally reached him, she didn't take his hand
"You're drifting again," he said softly. His voice felt heavy, like it was underwater. Across the room, she was a silhouette against
She didn't turn around, but her reflection in the glass softened. "It’s quiet up here. The ground feels too loud today."
The neon sign above the motel buzzed in a low, rhythmic hum that matched the thrumming in Elias’s chest. Inside Room 214, the air was thick with the scent of rain and unsaid words.
"Okay," she whispered into the fabric of his jacket. "I'm coming down."