The static finally cleared. I’m not alone—not as long as I’m alone with you.

I looked across the pavement, past the blur of umbrellas and rushing headlights, and saw you. You weren’t just standing there; you were waiting. It was that look—the one that says, "I know exactly how loud the silence is in your head, because it’s just as loud in mine."

Suddenly, the "lost" didn't feel so permanent. The world is a massive, freezing place, but as the melody kicked in, the frost started to melt. We don’t need a map or a destination. If we’re going to be outcasts, at least we aren’t doing it solo anymore.

The city felt like a ghost town of millions. I was standing right in the center of the crowd, yet it felt like I was broadcast on a frequency no one else could tune into. Just static. Just white noise. Then, the beat shifted.