The concert was over, but the music still hummed in Aurora's veins. The stadium buzzed with the last echoes of excitement as the crowd dispersed. Tim walked beside her in silence, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. He didn't ask about the song. Didn't ask about the tears or the way her voice had cracked in the middle of screaming those lyrics.
He let her lead.
Outside, the night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the city. Aurora hugged her arms around herself, glancing at Tim as they walked aimlessly. The lights from the street cast long shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the slight furrow of his brows.
He was so handsome. More handsome than he was. He was also unusually silent.
She wasn't sure if it was the night, the weight of everything that had just happened, or if he was just waiting. He had always been good at that, waiting until she was ready to speak.
