The Evening Before You Return

Aima · Aug 11, 2025

Leaning back in the chair, a half-open book resting on her lap.
The page is still somewhere in the middle, with no sign of being finished.

From the far shelves, the sound of Meta moving old parchment.
When it stops, the room fills again with silence.

At the edge of the desk, a single slip of paper —
she writes something on it, less like words, more like a shadow of one.
Even if no one reads it, this time was here.
Still an evening, still waiting,
for the moment before you come back.