"We don't," she whispered. "We just keep moving until the music stops."
"How do we..." Elias started, his voice cracking. "How do we do this? How do we exist when the fire has turned to grey ash?" Carla's Dreams feat. Delia - Cum ne noi (Official Video)
As the city lights faded in the rearview mirror, the radio began to play a familiar melody. They both knew the words, but for the first time in years, neither of them sang along. "We don't," she whispered
"We always say we’re 'us,'" she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic thrum of the wipers. "But lately, I don't recognize the 'us' we’ve become." How do we exist when the fire has turned to grey ash
Elias gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. Beside him, Elena stared out the side window, her reflection ghost-like against the glass. They were two people occupying the same small space, yet they were drifting toward opposite poles of a dissolving world.
Elias didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. Behind the mask he wore—the one he showed the world to hide his scars—he was crumbling. He thought of the lyrics they used to hum together, songs about souls entwined like ivy, impossible to separate without tearing the skin. Now, they were just two echoes in an empty hallway.