





Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine

I lower my chest and inhale everything blurs the white line in front of me, the screaming crowds. My heartbeat slows and suddenly it’s all
We did nothing today, nothing at all for hours and hours, but it was everything, everything to us because after years of social media and
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.