Until the Stars Fall

in. It's a quiet life-too quiet, some might say-but she finds comfort in the hush of the city a

d smile, soaked shoes, and nowhere to be. She offers him s

to feel like a rhythm all their own. He plays the piano in her back room, and she reads him poetry b

egins to threaten their midnight world, they're forced to ask the question neither

sed, then weeks. Just when Ava began to forget the rhyt