James Bay - Us (lyrics) -

The tension in Maya’s shoulders didn't disappear, but it shifted. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. In the middle of a city that never stopped moving, for one minute, they did. It wasn't a fix—it was a choice. A choice to keep believing in the ghosts of the people they used to be until they became them again.

The neon hum of the diner felt like a physical weight. Across the vinyl booth, Maya was tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes fixed on anything but Leo.

Maya finally looked up. Her eyes were glassy, reflecting the flickering "Open" sign. "We were so sure then." James Bay - Us (Lyrics)

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "I saw a picture today," he said. "From that first summer in the van. We didn't have a cent, but we had that view of the coast."

Leo looked at his hands. They were calloused from a week of double shifts, the kind of work he took so they could finally afford the place with the big windows. But now that they were there, the silence in those rooms felt louder than the city outside. The tension in Maya’s shoulders didn't disappear, but

"We’re just tired," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the jukebox. "It’s not broken, Leo. It’s just heavy."

"I’m still sure," Leo said, his grip tightening. "The world is louder now, and it’s trying to tell us we’ve run out of road. But I don't believe in the world. I believe in us ." It wasn't a fix—it was a choice

Outside, the rain began to slick the pavement, but inside the booth, the air felt a little lighter. They weren't just surviving the noise anymore; they were finding the melody again.