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🌧 “The Day the Power Went Out”
The electricity went out at exactly 6:42 p.m.
The fan stopped mid-turn, the lights vanished, and the room filled with sudden quiet. Outside, rain had just begun to fall—slow, steady, unhurried. I stepped onto the balcony, hoping for air, and that’s when I saw you standing across from me on your own balcony, holding a candle.
“You too?” you asked, lifting it slightly.
“Looks like the night has other plans,” I replied.
We laughed, the sound traveling easily through the darkness. With no phones to distract us and nowhere else to go, we talked—about childhood summers, about fears we never admit out loud, about how strange it is to feel lonely in a city full of people.
Your candle flickered every time you smiled.
The rain grew heavier, the sky deeper. At one point you said,
“Funny how darkness makes things clearer.”
I nodded, feeling it in my chest.