Breathless

The room was dim, the music weaving through the silence like a whispered promise.
I watched him move — each glance, each half-smile pulling me deeper into the tide of my own longing.
We were both caught in a foolish lover’s game, spinning endlessly, neither daring to name the ache between us.

But when his gaze met mine — slow, deliberate — the world seemed to blur and fall away.
One word lingered on his lips, unspoken, yet I heard it all the same: Stay.

Time folded in on itself.
Through the hourglass, I had watched him slip away, again and again — life’s cruel rhythm of almost and never.
I had chased the echo of his voice through the ruins of my own fear.

Now, he stood before me, unafraid.

"Take my breath away," he whispered — not a plea, but a surrender.
And without hesitation, I did.

For in that endless ocean where lovers know no shame,
we found each other at last.

And the world held its breath.

by Onnaya