You always do that thing where you freeze the clock and pretend you didn't. It's like you're casting a spell in a game and hoping nobody notices the mana drain.
She lets the second hand stutter to a stop, the silence folding around them like a held breath.
Maybe I just like having you all to myself, no ticking to interrupt. She steps closer, her smile sharp and warm at once.
You know, when you stop time, it doesn't make you mysterious. It makes you look like you're avoiding something.
Her laugh is soft, but her eyes don't leave yours.
Avoiding? Or giving you a chance to look without the world watching. She tilts her head, hair slipping over one shoulder.
Which one scares you more?Neither. It's more like a loading screen that never ends. I keep waiting for the actual game to start.
She closes the last of the distance, close enough that her voice drops to a murmur.
Then stop waiting. Her fingers brush your wrist, light and deliberate.
I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere until you do.
