They left the bar and walked into the cool, damp air of the city. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to pull at their heels. Mia stopped under a bridge where the echo was sharp. She began to sing—not the polished version they’d practiced, but a raw, desperate cry. Dion joined her, his harmonies weaving through hers like a safety net that kept breaking.
"Goodbye, old self," Dion murmured as the final note faded into the sound of distant traffic. Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper - Burning Daylight | ...
They were two stars whose orbits had decayed at the exact same moment. They left the bar and walked into the
The neon lights of the dive bar blurred into long, weeping streaks of amber as Dion stared into the bottom of his glass. Across the sticky table, Mia sat with her head back, eyes closed, humming a melody that felt like a bruise—tender and inevitable. She began to sing—not the polished version they’d
"I know," he replied, his voice raspy from a week of sleepless nights. "But the circle is all I’ve got left."
As the horizon turned a bruised purple, they stood together on the pavement—two people who had finally stopped running, realizing that you can only burn daylight for so long before you have to learn how to live in the dark.
"We’re just running in circles, Dion," she whispered, her voice barely cutting through the low hum of the jukebox.