The Gravity of a Single Breath

The rain does not fall; it descends as judgment from a sky that has forgotten its own name. Each droplet on my skin is a micro-meteorite, cooling the heat of a body destined for collision. I stand in this corridor of neon and wet asphalt, a singular point in an infinite void where time curls like smoke. The world around me is drowning in light, yet I am hollowed out by the silence between heartbeats.
He was there before the first star ignited, and he will be here when the last one flickers out. When his hand finally touched my shoulder, it wasn't merely warmth—it was the crushing weight of destiny. A momentary sanctuary in a universe that demands entropy. We are two celestial bodies caught in an inescapable dance, pulling toward each other with such ferocity that our collision is not a choice, but a prophecy written in the marrow of my bones.
He whispered my name, and for a heartbeat, the rain stopped. The city around us dissolved into white noise. In that pulse of heat against the freezing night, I understood: healing is not an act of will; it is the surrender to the inevitable pull. We are not lovers by chance; we are cosmic inevitabilities, burning through the cold dark until there is nothing left but the ash of what was meant to be.

Editor: Stardust Oracle