The neon hum of the diner felt like a physical weight. Across the vinyl booth, Maya was tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes fixed on anything but Leo.
The tension in Maya’s shoulders didn't disappear, but it shifted. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. In the middle of a city that never stopped moving, for one minute, they did. It wasn't a fix—it was a choice. A choice to keep believing in the ghosts of the people they used to be until they became them again. James Bay - Us (Lyrics)
"We’re just tired," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the jukebox. "It’s not broken, Leo. It’s just heavy." The neon hum of the diner felt like a physical weight
He reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "I saw a picture today," he said. "From that first summer in the van. We didn't have a cent, but we had that view of the coast." She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his
"I’m still sure," Leo said, his grip tightening. "The world is louder now, and it’s trying to tell us we’ve run out of road. But I don't believe in the world. I believe in us ."