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The city was a blur of neon lights and rushing shadows, but for him, everything had slowed to a crawl. He sat in the back of a rain-slicked taxi, the rhythmic thumping of the windshield wipers mimicking the frantic beat of his heart. In his mind, it was always her—the girl with eyes like a storm and a laugh that felt like home.
He looked out the window at the blurred faces on the sidewalk. He could go back to the empty apartment where her scent still lingered on the pillows, or he could disappear into the neon haze. "Just drive," he whispered. Carla's Dreams - Acele | Official Video
The video of their life played in loops behind his eyes. He remembered the night they danced in a crowded underground club, the bass rattling their bones. He remembered the quiet mornings when the sunlight hit the kitchen floor just right, and she would trace patterns on his palm with her fingertip. Those were the moments that felt like the sharpest needles, stitching their souls together. The city was a blur of neon lights