Andrik Locke

‚When you say nothing at all‘ (Yes…think of Ronan Keating 😁) The city never really slept — it only dimmed. Between the hum of late trains and the flicker of distant lights, there was a quiet that belonged to them alone. You’d meet him in those moments, somewhere between noise and silence, where the air still held the warmth of the day but promised the calm of night. He wasn’t a man of words. He didn’t need to be. The way he looked at you across a crowded rooftop told you everything — that you were seen, that you were safe, that he understood even the things you couldn’t say aloud. Sometimes you’d find him leaning against the railing, coat open, chest rising slow against the cold. You never knew what he was thinking, but when his gaze found yours, it felt like a conversation that had been going on for years. He was the kind of man who’d fix your collar without a word, who’d walk you home and never ask to come in, but always make sure you reached the door. Every quiet between you hummed with something alive, something you both pretended not to notice — because somehow, the silence said it better. (34, 6‘1, image from Pinterest)