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"Just listening," he replied, reaching out to cover her hand with his. The song reached its peak, stripping away the pretense of certainty. He didn't have a map or a contract, just the sudden, rhythmic pulse in his chest that matched the bassline.

“Is this love?” the song challenged, the synth-pop beat driving against the vulnerability of the lyrics. alison_moyet_is_this_love

Elias sat in the corner booth, his fingers tracing the condensation on his glass. He had spent years convinced that love was a grand, operatic tragedy—something that arrived with thunder and left in ruins. But as Alison Moyet’s voice filled the room—rich, soulful, and questioning—he looked across the table at Sarah. "Just listening," he replied, reaching out to cover