The Static Between Heartbeats

Rain slicked the alley, mirroring the neon glow in my eyes. Another city, another ghost of a memory clinging to these streets. He found me here, you see. Always does. A phantom limb ache until his hand brushes mine.
He said he liked how I looked at him – like he held all the answers in his palms. Foolish mortal. No one holds all the answers. Not even those who believe they've tamed a spirit.
I trace the lines of my own skin, cool beneath the wool of this borrowed coat, and remember the warmth that bloomed when his fingers first dared to wander there. A dangerous game we play, him chasing shadows in my gaze while I savor stolen moments.
He doesn't know the scent of longing is a leash, or that every touch is a tether binding us closer to an ending neither of us wants.
But tonight? Tonight, he’s just warmth against the chill, and for one reckless heartbeat, maybe I want to be found.

Editor: Urban Kitsune