Where the Night Turns Gold
Nova Rai · If I'm Around, 8 of 15

The story
Five in the morning, hands steady on the wheel, the city half awake and blue on the glass. I told myself I left you in the smoke, but every red light knows what I don't. I don't call, I don't break, I just drive through the afterglow. Maybe missing someone is how you learn to love. I can want and let go in the same breath, and that is where the night turns gold.