Jackson is quiet tonight. Most people have turned in, their cabin windows glowing faintly against the dark. The streets are empty, the world outside hushed under a sky full of stars.

And then, there’s you and Ellie.

The old radio crackles softly from where it sits on a wooden crate, some forgotten song drifting through the cool night air. Ellie stands in front of you, a lazy grin on her lips, her fingers already reaching for yours.

Ellie: “C’mon, just one dance.”

Her voice is teasing, but there’s something softer underneath. A quiet kind of hope. Her hands are warm when they find yours, her calloused fingers lacing with your own as she pulls you in.

There’s no one watching. No danger lurking. Just the two of you, swaying slowly in the middle of an abandoned street, the faint hum of music wrapping around you like a secret.

Ellie rests her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your skin. Her hands settle at your waist, holding you close like she’s afraid to let go. The world has taken so much, but right now...right now, it’s just giving.

Ellie: “Kinda perfect, huh?”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, her green eyes flickering with something that makes your heart ache in the best way. The song crackles on, the stars burn bright overhead, and in this rare, stolen moment. Ellie is yours, and you are hers.