The night was darker than most.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4gqxbzkID
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.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWClCaWU0yk
He had made up his mind.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtgLVX72OKg
Not out of drama. Not out of weakness.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5XMAflBxhO
But out of exhaustion.
He had lived too many lives in one lifetime.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7o1mA51dMl
Fought too many battles no one saw.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGCPIEJaiky
And felt too little joy for a man who had gained so much.
He stepped closer to the edge—29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKaStyZ0BJ
And then he heard it.
A voice.
Not loud. Not grand.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuw2x128IhI
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.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtLroPo2Wk
And it sounded so impossible, it nearly made him laugh.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSwi9mtKp7m
But he didn’t.
He simply blinked and stepped back from the edge.
“Don’t you know me?” he asked, tone cold but curious.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPdz4SWfmAE
“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.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROQ27mlwKC
She didn’t leave.
Over the next few weeks, they met again—first by coincidence, then by routine.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SbBJe9XHE
She worked in the building. A freelance designer. Laughed too loud in elevators. Spoke her mind in a world that preferred silence.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhrxMXPfiCm
And Smile, despite himself, kept listening.
He didn’t know why he allowed her near.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ89gphuZJMU
Maybe it was the way she didn’t treat him like a god or a ghost.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp0yISCjTg8
Maybe it was because she didn’t ask about his pain, but still understood it.
She nicknamed him “Raincloud.”29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZO4548AUnE
He didn’t tell her to stop.
He began to look forward to her presence.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFNLX03DVu
The sound of her boots on the marble hallway.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7WSmG6VwG
The way she danced when no one was watching.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzqAutr5hFU
The way she said “life’s hard, but laughing’s free.”
For the first time in years,29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhWhUqZZxg
he talked.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqFuNQWxovc
About the past. About his parents. About Elda. About the town of Alexandra.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGNOwbi6QLj
About everything he had buried beneath steel, silence, and success.
And Happy?29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfb4i16b3kA
She didn’t fix him.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4872f3Anmh
She didn’t offer solutions.
She just listened.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWQHFEj09L
And with each word he spoke, he felt something shift inside.29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4PFO3NDMa
Like a rusted lock turning slowly, painfully—finally—toward opening.
One night, under the stars, she told him,29Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6F75dSOkGI
“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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and then Add to home screen.