IT TAKES COURAGE.

Rainbow.

As I rounded the corner to the car park, my gaze instinctively drifted back to Hunter. His pacing had grown more agitated, his feet moving with a restless energy that betrayed his turmoil. The shadows under his eyes told a story of sleepless nights, and his entire demeanor seemed weighed down by the burdens of his thoughts.

I felt a pang of solidarity, wondering if he, too, had spent the night lost in a maze of anxiety. Perhaps our worries were different, but the fact that he seemed just as unsettled as I was brought me a strange sense of comfort. It was a small consolation, but it was something – I wasn't alone in my unease.

As Hunter halted in front of his house, his eyes locking onto mine, my brief sense of relief dissipated. His face was a map of exhaustion, etched with deep lines and sunken eyes that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken worries.