Itz so beautiful you’ll share it too.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” I say as I stare at the gray wall in front of me.
“Maybe it is.”
I gently trace my fingers over his knuckles and give his hand a protective squeeze. “It’ll be okay, you know. I’m here. We’ll be okay.”
He awkwardly shifts his weight to his other leg and jams his hands in his pocket. “Yeah.”
We are enveloped by sounds. A gentle humming seems to emanate from the flickering overhead light while the constant pitter-patter of human steps reverberates through the floor under our feet. Every few minutes a telephone rings, interrupted soon after by gruff mutterings rendered unintelligible by the general chaos in the air. I notice a low rhythmic pounding and realize rather uneasily that I am noticing the sound of my own heart. Or maybe his. Or both.
Sometimes, in the moments right before sleep overtakes us, I wait for our…
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