Romantic story,The Space Between Heartbeats

The sound of rain against the plant windows had come a kind of music. It was n’t just background noise — it was meter, texture, the kind of sound that reminded Arin and Lena that they were alive, still moving, still changing. Berlin had shifted from a temporary stay to a home, and their plant with its uneven bottoms and makeup- barred walls had turned into a chart of their trip. But commodity had changed. Success came still, and also all at formerly. Their rearmost exhibition, “ The Space Between jiffs, ” drew further people than any ahead. Critics described their work as “ emotion capturedmid-breath,