05-08-2025, 09:59 PM
The Music and the Glance
She suddenly walked to her speaker and connected her phone.
“Let me play something. I always listen to this when I’m alone.”
A soft, slow instrumental filled the room.
Something acoustic, with the gentle rise of strings.
It immediately made the air feel softer, warmer.
“Here. Sit.” She patted a corner of her bed.
“Let’s just listen. No talking.”
He sat, half on the bed, half off.
“Is this your thinking music?” he asked, quietly.
“Hmm.” Her voice had dropped a note. “This is my... feeling music.”
They listened. Just that.
No phones. No notifications.
Breathing close.
The kind of silence that holds more than words.
He turned his head.
She was already looking at him.
Not smiling.
Just… looking.
A second too long.
She suddenly walked to her speaker and connected her phone.
“Let me play something. I always listen to this when I’m alone.”
A soft, slow instrumental filled the room.
Something acoustic, with the gentle rise of strings.
It immediately made the air feel softer, warmer.
“Here. Sit.” She patted a corner of her bed.
“Let’s just listen. No talking.”
He sat, half on the bed, half off.
“Is this your thinking music?” he asked, quietly.
“Hmm.” Her voice had dropped a note. “This is my... feeling music.”
They listened. Just that.
No phones. No notifications.
Breathing close.
The kind of silence that holds more than words.
He turned his head.
She was already looking at him.
Not smiling.
Just… looking.
A second too long.
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