The night was darker than most.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIFRrgNrAT
Smile stood on the balcony of his penthouse, high above the sleeping city, where the wind howled like a memory and the world below glowed like it was trying to forget its own sadness.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡigLTSg9yxP
He had made up his mind.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH8y3SuTTmH
Not out of drama. Not out of weakness.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRyYjJwc6pP
But out of exhaustion.
He had lived too many lives in one lifetime.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGWwq3ajk2d
Fought too many battles no one saw.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyt5BtABTM
And felt too little joy for a man who had gained so much.
He stepped closer to the edge—11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9H4opG6rci
And then he heard it.
A voice.
Not loud. Not grand.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUuhepNEWtp
Just warm, human, and oddly misplaced in a moment like this.
“Hey... you're kind of ruining the sky for the rest of us.”
He turned.
Standing at the rooftop entrance was a young woman, leaning casually against the rail, a coffee cup in hand, eyes bright and untamed like she belonged to a world far better than his.
Happy Kingston.
That was her name.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIfFoSuGgD
And it sounded so impossible, it nearly made him laugh.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPD1jHSQpie
But he didn’t.
He simply blinked and stepped back from the edge.
“Don’t you know me?” he asked, tone cold but curious.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSeOWPjv2Px
“You’re that serious guy from the magazines, right?” she said, sipping her coffee. “The one who never smiles. Kind of ironic, don’t you think?”
He didn’t answer.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd80fAQMpuD
She didn’t leave.
Over the next few weeks, they met again—first by coincidence, then by routine.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQGaxbNTfPh
She worked in the building. A freelance designer. Laughed too loud in elevators. Spoke her mind in a world that preferred silence.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8AMwA6buIe
And Smile, despite himself, kept listening.
He didn’t know why he allowed her near.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6fHSpyn3s
Maybe it was the way she didn’t treat him like a god or a ghost.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPq3rCy8vyP
Maybe it was because she didn’t ask about his pain, but still understood it.
She nicknamed him “Raincloud.”11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYagYA4qyl9
He didn’t tell her to stop.
He began to look forward to her presence.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ZZ5yN9pVa
The sound of her boots on the marble hallway.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVW5plodKNo
The way she danced when no one was watching.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡphwvZUVFWe
The way she said “life’s hard, but laughing’s free.”
For the first time in years,11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhxQoQd8fWW
he talked.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl96ZZRV8vF
About the past. About his parents. About Elda. About the town of Alexandra.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡssiNZSvVtk
About everything he had buried beneath steel, silence, and success.
And Happy?11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ93sTsuHock
She didn’t fix him.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQValgmp1ox
She didn’t offer solutions.
She just listened.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6nh2RConQ
And with each word he spoke, he felt something shift inside.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkPkMkhiz6M
Like a rusted lock turning slowly, painfully—finally—toward opening.
One night, under the stars, she told him,11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsNXm7x5Cei
“I think you’ve spent so long surviving, you forgot what living feels like.”
And in that moment, he realized something terrifying and beautiful:
He was beginning to feel again.
He was falling in love.
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