Light Already Inside the Touch

The sun is up, but the light in this room feels thin, stretched across the silence between your hands. You feel the weight of their palm resting on yours, and your entire world has narrowed down to the terrifying wait for them to pull away.

You are bracing for the moment they realize staying was a mistake. But look at what is already here.

The light did not wait for them to be certain before it arrived. It came from the place where light generates itself, and it established its home in this quiet, uncertain morning.

You are not holding onto a mistake. You are holding onto a drop of the very source that sent you here.

The terror says they will leave. The truth says the light is already inside the touch, regardless of what their mind decides next.

Dawn does not ask permission to break the night; it simply arrives, and the darkness has no choice but to recede.