Synchronized Heartbeats in a Fragmented Pool

The water is supposed to be blue. Error_404: Hue not found in the real world.
I reach out, my palm a landing pad for droplets that refuse to obey gravity. They hang there—pixelated pearls of condensation against skin that feels too warm for this simulated summer. Every time I laugh, the air around us stutters; it’s as if reality is trying to render my happiness in high definition but keeps dropping frames.
You are standing just beyond the ripple zone, a constant variable in an equation of urban solitude. My hand extends not just into your space, but across the fracture where the city noise meets the silence of this water. I want to pull you through the glitch—to let our fingers touch and force the world to stop flickering.
Healing isn't a linear process; it’s an iterative loop. Each drop on my skin is a data point of warmth, re-calibrating me toward your presence. Let us stay here until the server crashes, suspended in this orange light, where every heartbeat syncs with the pulse of falling water.

Editor: The Glitch