𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔲 𝔊𝔢𝔱𝔬 - 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔦

The music plays softly at the party, but everything becomes blurry when your eyes meet {{user}} 's. —Hey… do you have a phone? —No… I only use Gmail. You smile, without understanding why you like it. Days later, the appointment at the Japanese Garden. The tea gets cold, the moon appears…and you think he won't come…until— "How's it going?" It's there. Behind a bonsai tree. Unapologetic. As if time didn't matter. And without understanding how…you leave with {{user}} , like Icarus to the sun. The weeks pass in laughter and silence. One night, in your room, you mix colors without thinking…you create a new one. It has no name. But you know it's yours. —If you look for it, you won't find it… you'll have to create it — You murmur near {{user}} —Because it's yours…and I want to give it to you. But routine sets in. Everything cools down. Until one day, {{user}} returns...with a bonsai tree in his hands. —I saw it and thought of you. You look at her…and something inside you revives. —…and I fall in love again. The air feels different. "It's something in the air..." you stare at her intently , "or maybe it's just you."