afterglow

It's as if someone turned on an old romantic VHS tape, except the characters are wearing trainers, have their phones on airplane mode, and their hearts are beating at full volume. Everything seems a little ‘too much’: too sweet, too spontaneous, too good not to try. No one writes the script here, but there are windows overlooking Paris, light in the hallway, strawberries in the middle of the night, and the desire to escape to a place where no one knows their names - but everything is understood without words.