The sky had calmed.
The raindrops, tired of falling, faded one by one.
The city slowly came back to life, as if nothing had happened.
But I had this strange feeling that something had just begun.
You turned toward the street, like you were searching for a sign.
Then your gaze came back to me, gently.
— I have to go...
I nodded. But inside, my heart was screaming: not yet.
That little shelter where we stood had become a world.
A quiet, intimate, warm world.
A world I didn't want to leave.
— Do you live far from here? I asked, without thinking.
You smiled.
— Not really. Why? You want to walk me home?
That sentence.
You said it playfully, but your eyes… they were waiting for a real answer.
An answer that meant stay a little longer.
I hesitated. Not because I didn't want to.
But because I was scared of hoping too much.
— I just want to make sure you get home safe. And that...
— That?
— That this isn't the last time we see each other.
You lowered your eyes.
And in that simple movement, I felt a chill move through your silence.
— Maybe if this was just a moment, it had to be perfect, you whispered.
That line hit me like a breath stolen from my lungs.
Like you had just said out loud the very fear I was carrying.
What if we never see each other again?
You started walking, slowly leaving the little shelter.
And I followed. Step by step.
No words.
Just a promise that hadn't been spoken yet.
We barely talked.
But each step side by side was like a heartbeat.
Every silence, a word that hadn't dared to be born.
When we reached the corner of a quiet street, you stopped.
— This is it. My street. Thank you for walking with me.
I looked at you.
And I knew I couldn't just let you go like that.
— Grâce?
— Yes?
— Can I… see you again?
You didn't answer right away.
But your eyes... they said everything.
— If we're meant to see each other again, the world will find a way.
And then you left.
No phone number.
No promise.
Just… that sentence.
And my heart, beating like something precious had just slipped through my fingers.
But deep down, I knew.
This wasn't the end.
It was the beginning of a longing.
The beginning of you living inside my thoughts.