As Lena stood on the rooftop, the wind rustling her hair, Asher appeared beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as they gazed out at the city.
"I think I'm falling," she whispered, her voice trembling.
It was as if she'd been allergic to love, her body reacting with a rash of skepticism and fear every time someone tried to get close. But then, there was him.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, Lena leaned into Asher's arms. She felt the world slow down, and for a moment, everything else faded away. All that was left was the two of them, suspended in the beauty of their own little bubble.