A Little Stroll in the Sky

The next day, Dahlia woke up before dawn, as the first rays of sunlight struggled to pierce through the curtains of her room. The night had been restless, haunted by memories and apprehensions. Yet, standing before her mirror, she brushed away her doubts with a blink. She had already made her decision.

She put on a simple yet elegant dress, a choice that balanced strength and dignity. Every fold was carefully adjusted, every detail deliberate. Her impeccably styled hair framed a face where determined eyes shone, despite the slight dark circles betraying her fatigue.

Cliff was waiting for her in the hall, standing tall, imposing, dressed in a dark suit that only heightened his presence. As she descended the stairs, he greeted her with a simple nod—a silent gesture of recognition. They didn't need words to understand each other. Days of struggle, battles, and decisions made together had forged an unbreakable bond between them.