When the Walls Fall

Mira's sleep was broken by the scent of fresh coffee and the distant sound of Noah humming in the kitchen. The morning light painted soft shadows across his apartment, and for the first time in a while, she didn't feel the need to rush out of someone's space before the world caught up with them.

She pulled on his oversized shirt from the night before and padded toward the kitchen, where he was pouring two mugs of coffee.

"You hum in the mornings?" she teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Noah turned, surprised by her presence. "Only when I'm not alone."

He handed her a cup, their fingers brushing. It was a small touch, but it sent warmth through her chest.

Mira sat at the small dining table, watching him. "I forgot how normal this could feel. Like… nothing outside matters."

Noah sat across from her, his expression softening. "That's dangerous thinking. We both know the world always finds its way in."

She nodded. "I know. But for now… I want to pretend."

"Then let's pretend," he said, voice low. "But when you walk out that door later, Mira, promise me something."

She looked up.

"Don't disappear again. Even if things get ugly."

She didn't promise. Not yet. Because she didn't know if she could keep that kind of vow.

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Back at her apartment, Mira stared at the stack of unpaid bills. Reality came knocking hard and fast. Rent, groceries, a late fee for her credit card. Her job barely covered the essentials. The fallout from being fired still haunted her bank account.

She sighed and powered on her laptop. Freelance jobs, maybe? Anything to keep the water at bay.

A message popped up from her old colleague, Dani.

Dani: "Heard you're back in town. There's an opening at Gray & Locke. Want me to recommend you?"

Gray & Locke. The agency where Noah's family had influence. That alone was enough to make Mira's gut twist. But work was work.

Mira: "Yeah. Please do. I'm interested."

She stared at the message long after it sent, knowing she had just stepped into another layer of complication.

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Noah sat at a bar that evening, alone, nursing a drink. Julian, one of his closest friends, slid onto the stool beside him.

"Still thinking about her?"

Noah didn't answer.

Julian chuckled. "You look like a man halfway in love and all the way confused."

Noah turned to him. "She makes me want to try. Even when I know I could wreck it."

"Then try harder," Julian said. "She's not the kind of girl you let go twice."

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A week later, Mira sat in the glass conference room of Gray & Locke, her heart pounding. The creative director flipped through her portfolio while Mira held her breath.

"This is strong work. Very raw, very human," he said. "We could use someone with your edge."

Mira exhaled, tension melting.

"You start Monday."

As she left the building, she caught sight of Noah at the elevator. He hadn't seen her yet.

She ducked her head, slipping out before he turned. She wasn't ready for that conversation—not when she'd just accepted a job that tied them closer again.

But Noah, too, had seen a familiar figure disappearing through the glass doors.

His heart thudded once.

Mira.

He took a step forward, but she was already gone.