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There is a constant hum in the air. Hum and humidity. But here, in her room, it doesn’t feel suffocating like it did, running down on those bright yellow streets. She’s here now, right where she wants to be, and the sound of her girlfriend breathing, the slow inhale after each deep exhale is so calming. The city never sleeps, but seeing someone sleep so peacefully makes her wish for it to fall asleep just once, even for a brief moment. Only if there was a way to block out the hum. Hum and humidity. She needs to be somewhere quieter, softer and cooler. Somewhere by the sea. If she tries really hard, she can hear the whooshing of the waves and the wind by the shore instead of the honking cars and rattling railways. And she doesn’t even need to try before she can see the two of them living there, by the sea, away from the hum and the humidity.

the stars on the night sky and the roughness of your skin the indescribable beauty of the both flawed and flawless, flawed like the memory of that one saturday evening and the lights at the store that showed us: there is nothing to be scared of in silence. the scent of your hair and the one at the parking lot, both good and bad, both neither, but always the same and the wind that brushed your hair at the exact same spot it once brushed mine, shows us: there's nothing to be scared of in time. berries in the forest like a treasure found without a map and the same berries later in the kitchen covered in sugar, making you smile, show us:  there's nothing to be scared of in change.

I'll stand beside you, through the coldest of winters and the hardest of battles. When our feet grow tired and the wind tries to take you away, I won't let go. I'll stand beside you. There is no force of nature that can break us apart. I won't let them take you.