Mia felt the warmth of the last golden light of day clinging to her skin as they sprawled across the grass, all of them lying in a lazy heap of damp clothes and carefree exhaustion. Their laughter had faded into soft chuckles, leaving only the faint rustling of the trees and the occasional chirp of a bird in the cooling evening.
Andrew's hand found hers in the grass, his fingers intertwining with hers as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The simple gesture was grounding, reminding Mia that even amidst the chaos of their circumstances, there were still moments like this—moments that felt unshakable.
The normality of it all felt like such a comfort. A reminder that things didn't always have to be chaotic, or complicated. It could just be simple. It could just be here and now.
She tilted her head toward him, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face as he gazed up at the dusky sky.
