Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city simmered beneath a heavy, lavender dusk, the air thick with the day’s lingering heat. He found her on the fire escape, her silhouette a soft cutout against the glowing windows. His fingers, when they finally traced the line of her arm, were a whisper against her sun-warmed skin. She leaned into his touch, a silent sigh escaping her lips as she turned to meet his gaze. In that suspended moment, the distant sirens and city hum faded into a distant murmur. His thumb gently brushed a stray curl from her damp temple, his touch speaking a language more profound than words. The world narrowed to the space between their faces, to the shared breath that felt like the only cool thing in the entire night. When their lips finally met, it was a slow, tender collision, a release of a tension that had been building for weeks. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sadness, but of overwhelming, joyous surrender. They stood there, wrapped in the sultry evening, two souls finally finding their refuge in each other’s quiet embrace.
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