A Moment from Falling
She and her sister stood near a wide hallway window, the sunlight spilling across the walls painted soft pink. In their hands were cold drinks, condensation beading lightly on the glass. The faint hum of distant voices and the gentle echo of footsteps created a quiet rhythm around them.
“Indi...I cannot stop thinking about him,” she said softly, her gaze drifting to the pink-tinted light outside. “It is like my heart has been pulled into a current I cannot escape.”
Her sister leaned casually against the window frame, sipping her drink and studying her with calm attention. “You are falling fast,” she said. “That is not a bad thing. Tell me what worries you most.”
“I am afraid I am moving too quickly,” she admitted, turning the bottle lightly in her hands. “I want to feel everything, yet I do not want to get lost or make a mistake. I do not know if this is just a passing crush or something that will last.”
Indigo smiled gently. “Sometimes the heart knows before the mind can catch up. You cannot stop what you feel. What you can do is notice it, honor it, and let it grow naturally.”
She felt lighter, the pull in her chest no longer a source of worry but a delicate, precious current. She was falling, fully, without reservation, and she welcomed the feeling with open arms.
