When the lights went out, we were mid-argument.
You said I was reckless. I said you were afraid. We stood there in the dark, breathing like opponents waiting for a bell that never rang.
Outside, the city went quiet. Inside, so did we.
Without the glare, the sky broke open. Stars spilled everywhere, like something we’d both been denying was possible.
You found my hand by accident. I didn’t pull away on purpose.
It’s hard to stay enemies under a sky that big. Hard to keep score when you can’t see the lines.
“They were always there,” you said, looking up.
Maybe we were too.










