âI get it,â he said with a shy grin. âThe cityâs got a lot of noise. Sometimes, itâs hard to hear anything else.â
Lena didnât know why, but she found herself drawn to him, to his simple way of seeing the world. And just like that, in the middle of the cityâs whirlwind, something quiet bloomed between them.
One evening, as the cafĂ© emptied and the rain began to fall outside, Alex played a song heâd written just for her. It was raw, imperfect, but beautiful.
âHow long are you going to keep playing in the shadows?â Lena asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex stopped, looked at her, and for the first time, his expression softened into something more vulnerable. âI donât know. Maybe Iâll keep it this way. Maybe itâs enough.â
But Lena wasnât so sure. âYou deserve more than just âenough.ââ