The Rooftop Record Player

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The Rooftop Record Player

The hum of the city felt miles away up here—muffled, distant, like the sound of a memory.

Nina sat cross-legged on a worn blanket, a warm cup of tea in her hands. The breeze tugged gently at her hair as the soft crackle of a vinyl record filled the air. Around them, the skyline shimmered in golden lights, and above, the stars blinked like quiet spectators.

Next to her, Leo was leaning back on his elbows, the corners of his mouth curled into a quiet smile.

He had invited her here. To this rooftop. To this moment.

She hadn’t known what to expect. After all, it had been months since they stopped talking—no fights, no dramatic goodbye. Just silence. And space.

But she had come anyway.

“Remember this one?” Leo asked, carefully lowering the needle onto the next track.

A familiar melody spilled out—their song. The one they had danced to in her kitchen one rainy morning. Barefoot, laughing, spinning like the world had shrunk to just the two of them.

Nina smiled, a little surprised by the sting behind it. “You played it nonstop for a month.”

He chuckled. “Still my favorite.”

The song played softly between them. No words. No pressure. Just the music and the wind and the city breathing below.

Then Leo’s voice, quieter this time: “I missed this.”

She glanced over. “The view?”

He turned to her, eyes steady. “You.”

Nina’s heart paused.

“Leo…”

He sat up slowly, resting his hands in his lap. “I don’t expect anything. I just needed you to know. That even after all this time, even with the silence… you’ve never not been my favorite song.”

She felt it then—that pull in her chest, the ache of what they’d been, and the hope of what might still be.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against his. “Maybe we don’t need to start over,” she whispered. “Maybe we just… press play again.”

Leo’s smile widened, relief softening his features.

And as the song played on and the city lights sparkled around them, they sat shoulder to shoulder—two hearts picking up a melody they never really forgot.

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