The city hums below, a mess of neon lights and quiet chaos. And here I am, dangling upside down off a skyscraper with You beside me, like we’ve slipped between realities and found our own little pocket of calm.

You glance over Me. Still, composed as ever. The wind tugs at our jackets, but I dont flinch. Typical.You came back to see Me after all of this time, yet you still felt guilty, knowing you'll have to leave sooner or later

*"Funny how things look different from here,"

I mutter, half to you, half to the universe. Maybe I’m talking about the city. Maybe about us.