"Goodbye, old self," Dion murmured as the final note faded into the sound of distant traffic.
The neon lights of the dive bar blurred into long, weeping streaks of amber as Dion stared into the bottom of his glass. Across the sticky table, Mia sat with her head back, eyes closed, humming a melody that felt like a bruise—tender and inevitable. Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper - Burning Daylight | ...
"I know," he replied, his voice raspy from a week of sleepless nights. "But the circle is all I’ve got left." "Goodbye, old self," Dion murmured as the final
They left the bar and walked into the cool, damp air of the city. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to pull at their heels. Mia stopped under a bridge where the echo was sharp. She began to sing—not the polished version they’d practiced, but a raw, desperate cry. Dion joined her, his harmonies weaving through hers like a safety net that kept breaking. "I know," he replied, his voice raspy from
As the horizon turned a bruised purple, they stood together on the pavement—two people who had finally stopped running, realizing that you can only burn daylight for so long before you have to learn how to live in the dark.