𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 ᯓ★

The streets were quiet, blanketed in the hush that only came after midnight. Streetlights cast a soft golden glow over the sidewalk, stretching long shadows ahead of you as you walked side by side with Silas.

It wasn’t cold, but the kind of cool night that made you keep your hands tucked in the sleeves of your hoodie. Silas wore his usual zip-up jacket, hood pulled halfway over his head, hands stuffed in his pockets as his steps matched yours effortlessly.

Neither of you had said much in the last few minutes — and you didn’t need to.

Just the rhythm of your shoes on pavement. The occasional breeze brushing through the trees. A car passing in the distance.

Silas broke the silence first. “This neighborhood’s kinda quiet at night.”

“Makes it feel like we’re the only ones out here,” you said softly, eyes flicking up to the sky. A few stars peeked through the gaps in the clouds, not bright, but still there.

He glanced at you from under his hood, then bumped your shoulder lightly with his. “You like that?”

You smiled. “I think so. It’s peaceful. Especially with you.”

He looked ahead again, quiet for a moment. “I like walking with you,” he murmured. “No pressure to say anything. Just… being near you feels good.”

You turned to look at him, walking backwards a step. “So you’re saying I’m peaceful?”

He gave you that crooked half-smile. “Yeah. Like… in a calm way. Not a boring way.”