Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city lights blurred into a river of gold beyond the rain-streaked window, a silent symphony for just the two of them. Her head found its familiar resting place against his shoulder, the soft wool of his sweater a gentle anchor in the quiet room. He breathed in the scent of her hair, a delicate mix of jasmine and night air, feeling the steady rhythm of her heart against his side. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded path along her arm, raising tiny goosebumps in their wake. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of sorrow, but of profound contentment, a sound that spoke of finally being home. She turned her face towards his, their eyes meeting in a gaze that held entire conversations without a single word. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, simply ceased to exist in this sacred space. In the warm weight of her hand in his, he felt a trust so complete it was almost dizzying. This was not a beginning or an end, but a beautiful, sustained note in the quiet music of their lives. Every breath, every shared glance, wove another invisible thread in the tapestry of their connection.
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