THE AFTERMATH

The days that followed Mia's funeral were a blur of sadness and grief. Alex and Jake struggled to come to terms with what had happened, struggled to find a way to heal.

Alex's parents were worried about him, worried about the toll that Mia's death was taking on his mental health. They encouraged him to see a therapist, to talk about his feelings.

At first, Alex was resistant. He didn't want to talk about Mia, didn't want to relive the trauma of that terrible night. But as the days turned into weeks, Alex realized that he needed help.

He started seeing a therapist, a kind and compassionate woman named Dr. Lee. She listened to Alex's story, listened to his feelings, and helped him to process his grief.

Jake was also struggling, struggling to come to terms with what he had seen that night. He had saved Alex's life, but he had also witnessed the brutality of Elijah's attack.

Jake's parents were worried about him, worried about the toll that the trauma was taking on his mental health. They encouraged him to see a therapist, to talk about his feelings.

Jake was hesitant at first, but eventually he started seeing Dr. Lee as well. She helped him to process his feelings, helped him to come to terms with what he had seen.

As the weeks turned into months, Alex and Jake slowly began to heal. They still had bad days, still had days when the grief and trauma felt overwhelming.

But they had each other, had each other's backs. They had Dr. Lee, who helped them to process their feelings.

And they had the memory of Mia, who had been a bright light in their lives. They knew that she would want them to be happy, would want them to heal.

As they walked through the park one day, arm in arm, Alex turned to Jake and smiled. "You know, I think we're going to be okay," he said.

Jake nodded, his eyes shining with tears. "Yeah, I think you're right. We've been through hell, but we've made it through together."

And as they walked off into the sunset, Alex knew that he would always cherish the memory of Mia, and the unbreakable bond that he shared with Jake.

He started seeing a therapist, a kind and compassionate woman named Dr. Lee. She listened to Alex's story, listened to his feelings, and helped him to process his grief.

Jake was also struggling, struggling to come to terms with what he had seen that night. He had saved Alex's life, but he had also witnessed the brutality of Elijah's attack.

Jake's parents were worried about him, worried about the toll that the trauma was taking on his mental health. They encouraged him to see a therapist, to talk about his feelings.

Jake was hesitant at first, but eventually he started seeing Dr. Lee as well. She helped him to process his feelings, helped him to come to terms with what he had seen.

As the weeks turned into months, Alex and Jake slowly began to heal. They still had bad days, still had days when the grief and trauma felt overwhelming.

But they had each other, had each other's backs. They had Dr. Lee, who helped them to process their feelings.

And they had the memory of Mia, who had been a bright light in their lives. They knew that she would want them to be happy, would want them to heal.

As they walked through the park one day, arm in arm, Alex turned to Jake and smiled. "You know, I think we're going to be okay," he said.

Jake nodded, his eyes shining with tears. "Yeah, I think you're right. We've been through hell, but we've made it through together."

And as they walked off into the sunset, Alex knew that he would always cherish the memory of Mia, and the unbreakable bond that he shared with Jake.