Aiden laughed under his breath, reaching back for her hand. "It's all right. Wouldn't want anyone tripping on these stairs, would we?" He kept walking, leading into another hallway, another set of stairs, a door, and yet another hallway. This one was filled with old pictures hanging from the walls and artifacts on shelves, some in glass cases. "This place is like a museum," he muttered. "Looks a million years old."
Mag was quiet a moment, resting her arms on the window sill and her head on top. "One day, my mom woke me up really early in the morning. Said she hadn't been able to sleep and wanted to show me something. I got up, put on some shoes, you know, and followed her outside. She picked me up and put me on the roof, then climbed up herself. She told me it was too nice a morning to spend in bed, and I guess she wanted me to enjoy it--the air, smells, sunrise. One of the prettiest things I've seen, anyway. I guess she knew we were running out of time." She sighed and looked at him, then smiled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Well--what do you want to do?"
(( Same here.
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?