Comhroinn Fuaime

Then you check. She’s active. Right now. That’s where you adjusted. Not her. Time doesn’t mean anything. You can spend hours with someone… and still never meet them. Watch what happens when you stop filling the space. Silence. You don’t speak. You don’t rescue the moment. And suddenly… she shifts. Her attention leaves. Her body tightens. She reaches for something. Anything. Because presence… is something she can’t hold for long. The past is easy. She’s rehearsed there.