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The city hummed with a low, electric frequency that usually made Elias feel small, but tonight, with her sitting in the passenger seat, the world felt like it belonged to just the two of them.
He kept the car in a low gear, the engine purring beneath the muffled, slowed-down bass of Xcho’s voice. The lyrics— “Take care of my love, my soul is ahead...” —seemed to hang in the thick, humid air of the cabin. The city hummed with a low, electric frequency
Elias didn't look away from the road, but he reached out, his hand finding hers on the center console. He squeezed, a silent promise. The song was a reminder: I haven't stopped loving without words. In the silence of the car, everything he couldn't say was being said for him by the heavy, rhythmic beat. Elias didn't look away from the road, but
