The rain had just stopped, and the city lights were reflected in the wet paving stones. He stood under the streetlight, hands in his pockets, looking at her.
"You're leaving, then?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper among the night air.
She smiled sadly. "It's not that simple..."
He took a step towards her, and for a moment, there was nothing else. Not the city, not the passersby. Just his eyes and her heart beating like crazy.
"Stay."
It was not a request. It was a promise. And when their lips met, the night seemed to hold its breath.