He always waved but no longer spoke the volumes that he had when they were younger.
Maybe he thought she understood the conversation behind the wave; behind those eyes.
And her mind wandered while she looked into them.
And for a moment she forgot where she was.
Taken back to when they’d sit on her parent’s rooftop and wait for the sky to change.
Up there where it felt like they belonged.
Higher up, where the ground couldn’t claim them.
Looking down from where the moment held them hostage.
Where any higher would have been flying, and any lower would have been lying.
It was ten years now gone.
And they had no idea…