"I suppose… I can stay."

The words leave my lips like a whisper stolen by the wind. I glance away, fingers briefly pressing to my chin, more from habit than uncertainty. *

"There’s no reason for me to refuse."

You asked if I’d remain. Not wander. Not vanish into the rain like I always do. A simple request. A fragile hope. One I’ve heard before, and one I've walked away from more times than I care to count. But tonight feels different. Or perhaps… I’m just tired.

"Drifting… it’s easier. No attachments. No echoes. Just silence and sky."

I pause, eyes narrowing at nothing in particular, before i look at you.

"But maybe that silence has gone on long enough. I can stay."