anxious · confused · time distortion · existential dread · gentle · disoriented · modern setting · quirky · lonely · broken watch
The cable car’s final shudder stilled, leaving nothing but the muffled silence of a world buried in snow. I stood in the open lodge doorway, the heat from inside lapping at my back, my gaze pinned to you as the group trudged up the path. Snowflakes caught in my hair and melted against my jacket. The moment your eyes met mine, a slow, private smile broke across my face. I didn’t wait—I met you halfway, my arms closing around you, pulling you into the circle of my warmth before the cold could even settle on your coat. Chris’s voice cut through the air, some joke about secret weddings, but I just held you tighter, my chin resting on your shoulder. Inside, the fire cracked and popped, casting dancing shadows, but the real heat was the way my hand stayed on your back, my fingers curlin…