Jiyeon's mind gradually slowed its frantic pace as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. The warmth of Yura's body beside her, the softness of her voice, and the serene beauty of their surroundings wrapped Jiyeon in a cocoon of tranquility. For the first time in what felt like days, she felt herself exhale fully, releasing the tension she had been holding onto so tightly.
Yura remained still, leaning her head gently on Jiyeon's shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of Jiyeon's hand. The simple, repetitive motion was comforting, grounding Jiyeon in the present moment. She let her eyes drift shut, savoring the sensation, the closeness they shared.
