Tender - Come Down When You're Ready Here

She didn't turn around, but her reflection in the glass softened. "It’s quiet up here. The ground feels too loud today."

"Then we'll stay quiet," Elias promised. "We’ll just sit on the porch and watch the cars go by until the sun comes up. No talking. Just breathing." TENDER - Come Down When You're Ready

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the dust motes dance in the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Across the room, she was a silhouette against the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. They had been in this state of suspended animation for hours—halfway between staying and leaving. She didn't turn around, but her reflection in

"Okay," she whispered into the fabric of his jacket. "I'm coming down." "We’ll just sit on the porch and watch

When she finally reached him, she didn't take his hand. Instead, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder, letting out a breath she seemed to have been holding since yesterday.