Everything’s silent. No screams. No laughs. Maybe I should feel uncomfortable, but I’m not. Mainly because silence can be relaxing, but maybe because you’re here with me. We sit upon the wall, we look over the city. Golden Lights everywhere, in the houses, in the streets. You look at me, your eyes shining. I can’t bring myself to look at you, too afraid I’m going to be too attached to you. Maybe a...