Several months had passed since the storm of their lives had finally subsided, and the city felt different to Vania and Arga. The tall buildings still towered as before, the streets remained bustling, but for them, the world had found a calmer rhythm.

On the balcony of Arga’s apartment that morning, they stood side by side, watching the sunrise reflect off the distant river. A gentle breeze carried the aroma of coffee from a nearby café.

“This feels strange,” Vania said, taking a deep breath. “After everything… to be able to sit here, without fear, without the shadows of the past lurking.”

Arga smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist....