Mia looked at him, her eyes bright with a sudden, sharp clarity. "He’s already gone, Dion. We’re just waiting for the light to catch up."
"I know," he replied, his voice raspy from a week of sleepless nights. "But the circle is all I’ve got left." Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper - Burning Daylight | ...
"Goodbye, old self," Dion murmured as the final note faded into the sound of distant traffic. Mia looked at him, her eyes bright with
They left the bar and walked into the cool, damp air of the city. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to pull at their heels. Mia stopped under a bridge where the echo was sharp. She began to sing—not the polished version they’d practiced, but a raw, desperate cry. Dion joined her, his harmonies weaving through hers like a safety net that kept breaking. "But the circle is all I’ve got left
They weren't singing for an audience or a trophy. They were singing because the sun was going to come up in four hours, and they were terrified that when it did, they’d still be the same people, stuck in the same silence.